Air Forces Lyrics - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 - Young Jeezy

I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches 

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 Porsches 

You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces 

And you ain't did what I did 

Where you from, you gotta get how you live 

Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga 

Every time you see me all around 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 with I spent it up all the strokers 

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In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of Cris 

Forty grand sit back so you can 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 the one in the topic of your conversation 

Jack boyz say they gon rob 

But on the real fuck niggaz, y'all don't want these problems 

I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches 

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 Porsches 

You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces 

And you ain't did what I did 

Where you from, you gotta get how you live 

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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 or white rolls 

What they got Lil Pha, they don't care 'bout shit 

Ludacris, how they ride out twenty 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 it's all about your whip game 

I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches 

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 Porsches 

You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces 

And you ain't did what I did 

Where you from, you gotta get how you live 

I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches 

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 Porsches 

You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces 

And you ain't did what I did 

Where you from, you gotta get how you live