Airmax's

No promo, tell my bros I love 'em Cah I lost man, I can't kiss and hug 'em I might call bro 'cause that ain't my cousin If I call my man fam, that's gang Watch how I step, don't look at my kicks I've been grindin', I've been stuck in the mix If you're my darg then I love you to bits If I ever did switch then call up the pigs I'm a master, I can't fuck up the mix I run it up while you run up your lips Keep runnin' your big lips, while I'm runnin' my digits Man ah giant in this ting, them man are midgets Couple man that I missed that are still on my hit-list Them man are pissed cah I'm sittin' on hits When it's crunch time like I'm steppin' on crisps Free the mandem, yeah, I swear I miss 'em Shit ain't the same when they're in prison Ain't many man that share this vision Is what it is, it's the way we livin' I know that it's wrong, but I still won't listen Tryna make a whole mil' out the kitchen Thought he was saucing, caught him, dipped him Don't call me "Bro", I don't war with siblings No promo, tell my bros I love 'em Cah I lost man, I can't kiss and hug 'em I might call bro 'cause that ain't my cousin If I call my man fam, that's gang Watch how I step, don't look at my kicks I've been grindin', I've been stuck in the mix (grind) If you're my darg then I love you to bits If I ever did switch then call up the pigs Caught him, cheffed him, shiv'd him Torched the pricks and I left 'em limping I'll have the tec just ringin' D on my neck just blingin' Too different, I used to move different Before social distant, I used to move distant Anti-social, I keep puttin' dank in Rizla's You can't mix friends with business She a bad bitch, but she bare catfish How dare they say they're active 110's and some Airmax's I just wanna' get rich, cop bare 'matics That's why I'm in the T with bare addicts That's why I hit licks and rap like this I'm addicted to sticks and mathematics If I ever did switch, it's a mad man ting No promo, tell my bros I love 'em Cah I lost man, I can't kiss and hug 'em I might call bro 'cause that ain't my cousin If I call my man fam, that's gang Watch how I step, don't look at my kicks I've been grindin', I've been stuck in the mix (grind) If you're my darg then I love you to bits If I ever did switch then call up the pigs Though this rap shit's fucked, I got M's on my mind I got messages in my dm's saying, "Rent me a line" I just copped a new stick, but I got skengs on my mind Three bags for the apple man, got stems on my neck Cross plus '99, plus I'm busy all the time And I got Lizzy on my mind, now six-figures tows delight Let the fans take picture, tryna make eight-figures Streets ain't easy, I've seen fiends turn snitches For the cream we burn bridges Gotta learn business Sometimes I remind myself I'm the only nigga that did this Big litness, ticking sticks off the wish-list Extended, big whistlers Send me pictures encrypted I got life, I risked it I wish I got life like Rick did (I'm alive, I did this) No promo, tell my bros I love 'em Cah I lost man, I can't kiss and hug 'em I might call bro 'cause that ain't my cousin If I call my man fam, that's gang Watch how I step, don't look at my kicks I've been grindin', I've been stuck in the mix (grind) If you're my darg then I love you to bits If I ever did switch then call up the pigs 1-1-110's and some Airmax's, I just- Co, copped bare 'matics 1-1-110's and some Airmax's, I just- It's a mad man ting