[T.I. 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

T.I.P 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