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 dawg, then I love you to bits

If I ever did switch, then cut up the pics

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 a giant in this ting, dem man are midgets

Couple man that I missed that are still on my hitlist

Dem man are pissed cah I'm sittin' on hits

Boy, 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 mill' out this 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

If you're my dawg, then I love you to bits

If I ever did switch, then cut up the pics

Caught him, cheffed him, shived him

Torched the pricks and I left 'em limping

I'll have the TEC just ringing

D on my neck just blinging

Too different, I used to move different

Before social distant, I used to move distant

Anti-social, I keep putting dank in Rizlas

You can't mix friends with business

She a bad bitch but she bare catfish

How dare say they're active?

110's and some Air Maxes

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 madman tip

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 dawg, then I love you to bits

If I ever did switch, then cut up the pics

Though this rap shit's fucked, I got M's on my mind

I got messages in my DMs saying, "Rent me a line"

I just copped a new stick, but I got skengs on my mind

Three bags for the apple, I got stems on my Nikes

Press plus 99, plus I'm busy all the time

And I got Lizzy on my mind, now six figures feels light

I let the fans take pictures

I'm 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 **** that did this

Big litness, ticking sticks off the wishlist

Extended big whistlers

Send me pictures encrypted

I got life, I risked it

I wish I got life like **** 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

If you're my dawg, then I love you to bits

If I ever did switch, then cut up the pics

110's and some Air Maxes, I just

Copped bare 'matics

110's and some Air Maxes, I just

It's a mad man tip