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(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver) [Trademark the Skydiver:] Been on some other shit Fly clothes, expensive kicks They say my swag immaculate And I agree that's accurate Fuckin hoes and stackin chips Ice on my neck and wrists Blowin down a pound of piff Ridin round in foreign whips Flyin saucer Porsche Yea I call that bitch the aero ship Hatas hatin on my click And on the slick we loving it This rap shit we runnin it Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes What you think we in the game for the fun of it? Ehh Nah, this the takeover Burnin down your empire that's game over Not J-I-double G-A Hova But Skydiver the jet fighter I'm so focused 28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin Nigga been potent way before the game noticed SongtexteAnd these rap niggas is bogus Talkin reckless over tracks But I fire back with pure perfection Steps above clever How I use my letters But em together and send em out Just like I'm textin a message Diamond in the rough Princess cuts on my neckless I'm eatin Franklin for lunch Purp blunts for breakfast Your lil tips is brunch crumbs I'm not impressed with Hold On Won't you give me a second to digest this Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em! [Curren$y:] Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga [Trademark the Skydiver:] You should quit while you ahead with the bread Just a suggestion We scrape your whole plate Then double back for seconds If we getting cake is no longer a question We still count loot up from last years investments Ask your hoe She know I'm one of the freshest out I spit it out Like my chest was congested Let that bitch breathe! [Curren$y:] Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need Bitches is on speed Fuckin like rabbits They hungry Followin my carrots Housed in my ring Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket UFC these beats Any track can get its ass whipped I am on my cheddar All about checks like solecollector.com Some of y'all ain't on that Yall behind Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta Let that bitch breathe No Sky Diver knocked them out I came through with the elbow drop from the top rope Aus Songtexte Mania