Airmax’s Meekz

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[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
Couple man that I missed that are still on my hit-list
Them man are pissed 'cah I'm sittin' on hits
When 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'rе 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 listеn
Tryna make a whole mil out the kitchen
Thought he was saucing, caught him, dipped him
Don't call me "Bro", I don't war with siblings