Air Forces Lyrics

I went from old school Chevy's to drop top Porsche's
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy's to drop top Porsche's
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't did what I did
If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
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Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Every time you see me out im wit real street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs
And you already know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it all in strokers
In one night eight bitches ten bottles of cris
Forty grand spent just to make ya glance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm knowin im the topic of ya conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz y'all don't want these problems

[Chorus]

Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks of white raw
What they got Lil fate they dont care bout shit
Ludacris how they ride I-20 wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y'all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
And it's not about the flip mane
Want the real bread dawg it's all about your whip game