A Dollar 49

"Bro where did you get those shoes?! Did you steal those off of a homeless man? Hahahaha"

Momma had a budget, checking every single line

Told me, "Son, you gotta wait until the wintertime"

All the kids at school wearing swishes and the stripes

I was in the kitchen trying to make my laces tight

Didn't have the luxury of choosing what to wear

Had to clear the clearance rack and act like I didn't care

Stepping on the blacktop, hiding both my soles

Praying that nobody saw the scuffs or the holes.

But the older that I get, the more I finally see

The price tag on your feet don't make you royalty

Turned my limitations into my designer frame

Now I'm singing that old playground refrain...

Bobos... they make your feet feel fine

Bobos... they cost a dollar forty-nine

They used to laugh at what we had on the line

But now I'm stepping in my own lane, right on time

Yeah, that dollar forty-nine groove

Look how we make it move.

Now I’m walking into rooms that I couldn't even spell

Red carpets on the floor, high fashion clientele

They ask me what I’m wearing, ask me how it fits

I tell 'em that the soul is something money couldn't fix

I remember days walking home through the rain

Soggy cardboard inserts trying to numb the pain

But it gave me traction, gave me grit for the climb

Kept me running forward, way ahead of my time.

Because the older that I get, the more I finally see

The price tag on your feet don't make you royalty

Turned my limitations into my designer frame

Listen close, you can hear 'em say the name...

Bobos... they make your feet feel fine

Bobos... they cost a dollar forty-nine

They used to laugh at what we had on the line

But now I'm stepping in my own lane, right on time

Yeah, that dollar forty-nine groove.

It ain't about the leather, it's about