Air Forces (Live at NPR Tiny Desk, 2024)

[Verse 1]

Look, everybody already know, Jeezy a real street nigga

Every time you see me out i'm with real street niggas (yeah)

I hope you got yours I keep mine

In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs (yeah)

They 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

[Chorus]

I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches

You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Yeah)

And y'all ain't seen what I've seen

Get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans

I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches

[Verse 2]

Look, black tees, black Ones, and a fitted cap

The Mac-11 makе me walk wit a crazy dap

Look, y'all say we country niggas yee-haw

The monеy 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 (yeah)

Look, the shit I spit it for y'all

On the real my niggas shit I spit it for y'all (here we go)

Look, who gives a fuck about friends?

If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz (yeah)

While y'all robbing and boosting

I'm standing over the stove like the chef at Houston's

Look, look, it's not about the flip game

Want the real bread, dawg it's all about your

[Chorus]

I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches

Look, you couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces

Hundred thousand 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

If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live, baby