Some dudes spending all their money on their shoes
Thinking they got nothing to lose
I'm like oh man he hits a trashcan
Gets mud on his kicks there goes his life's plan
Oh no I'm not done yet you're the type of guy who wears thousands round your neck
Whoa me its plain to see I'm trying to let you know it just make's your casket heavy

And I don't know what you've been told but being fly can't save your soul

Oh here we go right now
I'm just tyring to let you know
That we came to get down
But you've got to know
That we're not just show
There is more than how you feel
So much more than keeping it real
Now you know what the plan is
Alright lets get down

Yea so look at you dressing like the pros,
Bet you got a closet full of clothes
Oh ma here comes a fire
Sorry bout that you lost your whole attire
Oh dear my biggest fear…
You're the type girl who wastes hours in the mirror
Whoa me its plain to see I'm trying to let you now it just makes your casket pretty

And I don't know what you've been told but being fine can't save your soul

The man who can't get his family's tummy to fill
Is probably the same guy who spends his money on grills
Girl I know you love it you can't be apart
But tell me what that new fit has to do with your heart
Where moth and rust and the crooks can't touch us
Where age and fade are things of the past
Im letting go of the things that corrupt us
And holding on to the things that last

And I don't know what you've been told but being fly cant save your soul