Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
I hope you got yours I keep mine
While y'all robbing and boosting
Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I'm the one in the topic of your conversation
Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
And you ain't seen what I've seen
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you already know, dog
In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
These other niggaz is jokers
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
And you ain't seen what I've seen
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
But on the real fuck niggaz, y'all don't want these problems
What they rein up with I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of Cris
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
And you ain't did what I did
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
745 back to back me and O dog
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
And it's not about the flip mane
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
Who gives a fuck about friends?
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks or white rolls
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
And you ain't did what I did
Want the real bread it's all about your whip game
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
What they got Lil Pha, they don't care 'bout shit
Ludacris, how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Jack boyz say they gon rob
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Shit, I spit it for y'all
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
It's not just my imagination
