[TI talking]. Bet yall niggas don't remember these wit Run-DMC.... Naw I ain't wit dem no mo...What they is now...MY AIR FORCES. [Verse One]. Walk through the hood at night. I dont like 'em laced tight but they feel alright. Outta sight all white steeping swaging my strap. I got the four in my lap cause I stay in the trap. Like guess and heavy starch thrity-four in the way. With thrirty six so I can fit this forty-four on my waste. If I waste something one 'em I'ma throw 'em away. Pull a fresh pair out the trunk and buy some more in a day. And I wear'em like I bought 'em I don't lace 'em or nuthin'. Got bitches wonderin' why I don't call I don't chase 'em or nuthin'. Funky fresh MC I bet you see. TIP with a fresh new pair of Nike Airs on his feet. And when you see me in the streets you know you looked at a star. The way the Congo and Polo the checks is even matching my car. Ahhhh back to the subject though. I just letting you know about my air forces. [Chorus]. Don't care how many shoes I get when all else fails dem the shoes I pick. And I walk like so I don't bruise my kicks. I got alot but none fit like my Air Forces. Brand new O-Eyed Benz. Where in less there ain't a pair in every store I been. Gotta outfit wanna make sure I'm fresh. Well you know I gotta go get my Air Forces. [Verse Two]. All white trimmed in gray. Bubbled laced to the top on with me. All day collecting pay in the ass of a jay. Or any sucka nigga trying to get in my way. Stay kicking this muthafucking G.A. clay. With a limp and a sway and I don't play. Hoes keep asking pimp why the the same 'ol shoes?. Bitch I'm four pairs deep and I done paid my do's. (My Air Forces). Call number one like me. Hanging out the Chevy door when I stomp on the street. Concaine white leather feel good one my feet. Heyyyy they ganranteed to keep you from the police. With bold they aint scuffed. The strap holding me up. My shoulder 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 Ones hat to the right plus I got my gun. Headed to the weed house to cop me a sack. Bumped into this bitch I knew from way back. Now I'm smoking good kicked back and I'm ridin'. Police pull me over and I had to jump up out it. Bail to the spot had to shake these damn polls. Forces fucked up and I done lost my dro. All white and gray with dem bubble shoe laces. Even got dem blue ones for the special occasion. ATL fitted with the guess get a map. Pussy ass twidded em put a hole in my lap. Now I gotta situation at hand. Guess I gotta take it back to the old plan. Forces get my payment trying to catch a ride. Thats why I stay down wit my Air Forces. [Chorus]