Air Forces (Bonus Track)

[Hook] I went from old school Chevys, to drop top porches 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 Chevys, to drop top porches And you ain't did what I did If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live [Verse 1] Everybody already know, Jeezy a real street nigga Every time you see me out with real street niggas I hope you got yours I keep mine In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs And you already know dog 745s, back to back, me and O Dog These other niggas is jokers What they rein' up wit I spent it all at Strokers In one night, eight bitches, ten bottles of Cris Forty grand spent just to make you glance at my wrist Keep bread so we carry dem toasters But keep back though my earrings ferocious It's not just my imagination I'm the one on the topic of your conversation Jack boys say they gon' rob But on the real fuck niggas y'all don't want these problems [Hook] [Verse 2] Black tees, black Ones, and a fitted cap The Mac-11 make me walk wit a crazy dap Y'all say we country niggas 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 Where they got little faith, they don't care bout shit Ludicrous how they ride, I-20 wit dem bricks Shit I spit it for y'all On the real my niggas 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 at Houston's And it's not about the flip mane Want the real bread, dawg it's all about your whip game [Hook]