I grew up in a place where there's cash before the people Where the value of your clothing will determine how we see you Words find you in a better state than which we leave you Where we have to subtract you to remind you we're not equal My neighbour asked me where I got these sneakers on my feet He knows it from the adverts and he knows that they're not cheap I said "My boy got them from Cape Town for my birthday last week" Knowing very well I went and bought them in Small Street So I've always understood that it's more than just a shoe It's a reflection of your household and what y'all be parents do It shows how much respect they're obliged to give you If it's a thousand or two then you're worthy in their view Maybe a Gucci pair comes with love in the box And Louis Vuitton sneaks make them listen when I talk It comes when I change my step But my father's salary can only give Me shoes from Pep, if I'm lucky maybe Jet And you know what's the worst thing? I only go to SportScene to greet my friend that works there And Ricky shamed the boy for wearing fake Balenciaga's We're closer to wearing nada than we are to wearing Prada So the heels are getting tired and the sole is very weak I need to heal, I'm very tired and my soul is very weak And because they were cheap, I'm astounding a lot of girls But with these very same shoes I intend to run the world My name is Touchline one time, thank you so much