Meekz - Airmax's Lyrics

No promo, tell my bro's 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 darg then I love you to bits
If I ever did switch then call up the pigs

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 ah giant in this ting, them man are midgets
Proper man that I missed that are still on my hit-list
Them 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 mil' 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 bro's 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 (grind)
If you're my darg then I love you to bits
If I ever did switch then call up the pigs

Caught him, cheffed him, shiv'd him
Torched the pricks and I left 'em limping
I'll have the TEC just ringin'
D on my neck just blingin'
Too different, I use to move different
Before social distant, I use to move distant
Anti-social, I keep puttin' dank in Rizla's
You can't mix friends with business
She a bad bitch but she bare catfish
How dare they say they're active?
110's and some Air Max's
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 mad man ting

No promo, tell my bro's 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 (grind)
If you're my darg then I love you to bits
If I ever did switch then call up the pigs

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 Mart, the stem's dem are nice
Gregg's 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 picture, 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 nigga that did this
Big litness, ticking sticks off the wish-list
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 bro's 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 (grind)
If you're my darg then I love you to bits
If I ever did switch then call up the pigs

110's and some Air Max's, I just
Copped bare 'matics
110's and some Air Max's, I just
It's a mad man ting