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[Trademark Da Skydiver:] I think I'm Trademark, Da Skydiver Locked in a cockpit like a jet fighter I'm rollin super doobies, pass me my lighter Smokin sour every hour I can't get no higher I said I'm Trademark, Da Skydiver Locked in a cockpit like a jetfighter I'm rollin super doobies, pass me my lighter Paper planes every hour I can't get no higher Let us do our thang It's just over everythang We got the shit on lock like cell blocks and sing sing Fly kicks, heavy bling I'm married to the game The money is the wedding ring Call me peter parker I'm in love with mary jane Super doobies on deck, pass me the flame Niggas jumpin shit they bitchin up and switching lanes You know who you are I don't have to say yo name Cold captain of this jacking not aloud on this plane So get it right, homie, we are not the same I live that Jet life, you just livin lame SongtexteI get the cash and bash word to my nigga game I'm on bubble like 'caine over an open flame Jet set in the building, fuck who else came The shots fired from a silencer I'm taking aim And rappers out like I'm at the shooting range I'm like a stack of hundreds, you just some loose change I think I'm Clark Kent or maybe Bruce Wayne Nah. more like Harvey Dent or Dr. Strange See I'm S.V.the S.D. who gonna stop my reign? [Curren$y:] I think I'm Cheech, I think I'm Chong I got my Weed, I got my Bong Livin in the fo' Don't know what goin on But I don't give a fuck Long as my money long I think I'm doughboy on my front post 63' Impala in my driveway Saints go Sittin low, though I'm higher up Diggies cup, crispy chucks, spittin tough Nigga what? yo' records stuck Bitches don't listen to yo stuff They with the jets, we in the cut That lefta left that ain't for us So press the hatin, yo blood makin Ya'll lookin like girls Poodles can't eat with the pits, bitch it's just a doggy dog world Too clean to be fucked with Supreme like a Cutlass MC Hammer, you can't touch it Berry, you some bloods or somethin' Far too potent to be smoked with Them holsters I don't know them Snickelfrits them bitches, not official Jets bitches I'm just sittin cool whippin Twistin green treat Christmas too so many sweet wrappers up I'm a need a couple feelings I'm bout my roof pealin No tornado took my sealin It's in the trunk shang monk Belly best, C-Note Aus Songtexte Mania