[Trademark Da Skydiver:] It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up Niggas been waiting on trade like what's the hold up My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up You know what I rep and I'm one of the best Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I'm next That's damn near I'm possible this game ain't got rid of me yet I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps This time around I'm ma give all till I'm gaspin for breath I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept But I don't know too many niggas with silent success So I write it all down to get it off my chest The weed we break it all down to get off the stress Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best It ain't my fault I do this shit breakin a sweat [Chorus: x2] I'm just laid back chillin posted Living like a villian mostly High off this purple shit No lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted Money bitches Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster [Curren$y:] The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get They takin shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit All blanks I'm unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name Lames know what I claim Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car Seats butter boogets Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed Tribeca and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press not that many made crap They squeeze these lemons they selves The hearts of women melt When trilla lyrics are felt Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash leon phelps High bread weed money tree slang for dummies Get it crackin like lobsters ice vodka in the... [Chorus x2] [Young Roddy] Me with a record deal ,yeah They said i couldnt get it My homie Pharis told me you couldnt hustle for a living, but That rich O' porter money had a nigga driven And word to my nigga Stan, I was buggin for a minute but The card of tables turned, they still spinnin The homie flew me from kenny to NY city,yeah My uncle told me let the sky be ya limit I was cool with a kid in the kitchen who was a chemist, yeahp As far as bread, my momma told me to make plenty So its money in my bank account and money in my denims, yeahp In high school them girls use to blow me kisses But its money over bitches Ridin yall up bout his bitches Shout out to Spitta, they wear us out like fen DR Lets hit the shower, where the weather mush wendy, but Me im from the dirty, the dingy, the south whatever at we at we smokin' it out [Chorus x2]