boy-cut Who need platuim wwith super Dave, when dem boys be stuntin' Nigga I'm just ballin' it up in my Air Forces [Chorus] [Verse Three] Stepping in my Air Force
word, your voice will definitely be heard Lie to yourself, you're destined to be to the curb Some stations don't care, they'll never put on the air Nothin
pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentence'n I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that hoe, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch
what I said I am I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am It's dem boys on dem porches in air forces read'n sources My choice is ol' school
you hear the sound The Compton nigga's comin' back for the crown So get up, when you feel the pound And your rest is short, we'll lay you down Black Air Force
s on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force
Priest was forced to take his album underground And now he will no longer suffer Reviewing this album, you gotta ask yourself why Look at every song,
that shot up your projects Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks I was forced to live this life, forced
shot up your projects Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks I was forced to live this life, forced
bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hotness) I'm a profit for profit Once I decide to lock it Frontin on me is toxic Go prop on haters love songs and
trucks to the forty ounce tops All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch A few reasons I drive the Bentley hard top Use it in my songs 'cause I live
the fourty ounce tops All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top Use it in my songs cause I live it on
new way Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds Machavellian approaches executed by the coach I'm in these streets like a ghost The air-jettin
the air is free when you get there will you kiss the dead for me? Something cold is forced inside her a tear spills down her cheek Stillborn songs of
to crib and write rhymes Age like white wine, nicer by the second, Thats why i never put punctuation on a sentence Cuz the song goes on, here a dope song
one question: "Nigga how does it feel that they're going now, and you're going now?" Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is going home now, bye. [Chorus] My Air Force
night long Live your romance out in a popular song But, baby, you're gonna miss me when the radio comes on And they're playing my song, all night long
