Kempi & The Alchimist – Ik Wil Nikes ft. Willem (English lyrics)

Chorus :
Cocaine is what we are pushing here man everyday,
and mama tells me son dont hang out with
them boys in them Mercedes-Benz and them expensive rims,
mama’s right but I want them Nike’s (shoes) and a big chain.
My bitch doesn’t care, she tells me to split a key cocaine.
But well I hope it works out mama (x2)

1rst verse :
Then I buy whatever you want,
nothing’s to much but mom I got thoughts of a mil(lion).
Man we don’t live in a joke,
when I was young I saw mom watching, youth protection, police
and bailliffs every week at the fucking door but mama remained cool.
Mama’s the sickest / hardest,
my mom was the only one there for me when I was stuck in prison.

Chorus :
Cocaine is what we are pushing here everyday,
and mama tells me son don’t hang out with
them boys in them Mercedes-Benz and them expensive rims,
mama’s right but I want them Nike’s (shoes) and a big chain.
My bitch doesn’t care, she tells me to split a key cocaine.
But well I hope it works out mama. (x2)

2nd verse :
My mom didn’t have shit,
so much stressin’ about her kids and my fucking brothers
so much drama in this… but sshhh .
But it doesn’t matter what my mom says,
I’m the best and for that reason alone I’m pushing weight (drugs).
Real nigga my mom knows who I am,
for you mom I’m a killer but I could have been a dealer anyway.

Chorus :
Cocaine is what we are pushing here daily,
and mama tells me son don’t hang out with
them boys in them Mercedes-Benz and expensive rims,
mama’s right but I want them Nike’s (shoes).
My bitch doesn’t care, she tells me to split a key cocaine.
But well I hope it works out mama. (x2)

3rd verse (Willem) :
You gave me the world and your blessings,
since then I’m doing anything by myself,
the path I walk also knows bad roads,
but the streets are a trap for a young boy,
mama that hurts me so much.
Especially when it feels like you’re a nobody
even when you know you could have been the man.

Chorus :
Cocaine is what we are pushing here man everyday,
and mama tells me son don’t hang out with
them boys in them Mercedes-Benz and them expensive rims,
mama’s right but I want them Nike’s (shoes) and a big chain.
My bitch doesn’t care, she tells me to split a key cocaine.
But well I hope it works out mama. (x2)

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