Kicks
Read Kicks lyrics by Chosen Jacobs on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Kicks
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my
Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my
Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my
Limited release, had to pull up early
Number 33 on the back of my jersey
I'm an all star, from low to high tops
The lines for five blocks, can’t wait till they drop my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain’t nothin’ fresher, no one’s stepping on my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like: What are those?
Those soles are sick, sick, sick
I be like, sho’ you right, paparazzi takin’ pics
They want the kicks, they want the drip
They want the heat and they know who’s lit
We stroll the streets laced up
Don’t trip, (don’t trip), don’t trip
I like custom Nikes
Gucci suits me nicely
Prada make ‘em pricey
No one wears ‘em like me
My soles got soul
I’ve been this gold since I was three-years-old
I'm going for my goals, soaring high the starts
It’s more than what you wear, represent who you are
Just when you think I'm high enough, high enough
I'm gonna take it higher up, higher up
Leaving gravity, I'm fired up, fired up
It’s a King-6 release, bruh
Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain’t nothin’ fresher, no one’s stepping on my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like: What are those?
Those soles are sick, sick, sick
I be like, sho’ you right, paparazzi takin’ pics, pics
Snip, snip
It’s hard to explain the game and what it means
From the sketch on a page to the stitch on the seams
From the OG’s to the HyperStrike color scheme
Don’t sleep on me, homie, I design in my dreams
‘Cause everything’s fine in my dreams
I can fly in my dreams, sky high in my dreams
But I fall down to earth when the alarm clock rings
Back to reality, I'm only 17, man!
I should be makin’ Nike
I should be makin’ Reebok
You should be checkin’ Hype Breast, to cop my new Adidas
I should be hitting new heights, I'm coming for the kingdom
Dead stock, just watch me change the world with my kicks
I glide, I slide, I fly with my kicks
You can tell a lot about me by the way I wear my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain’t nothin’ fresher, no one’s stepping on my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like: What are those?
Those soles are sick, sick, sick
I be like, sho’ you right, paparazzi takin’ pics, pics, pics
Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my kicks
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "Kicks"?
Chosen Jacobs performs "Kicks", and this lyric page sits inside the Chosen Jacobs catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "Kicks"?
Yes. The related section below points to Bang and Best Ever (feat. Lexi Underwood) with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Chosen Jacobs?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Chosen Jacobs's lyric pages.
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
What people are saying
No listener comments on Kicks yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.