Trademark Da Skydiver - 1,000 Pounds Lyrics
[Intro:]You're now listening to a '1000 Pounds'Featuring with my homie Bodega Bamz'*****, I'm in it to win it,Salute me like a lieutenant!Rolling stoned then a candy KushClouds blur my vision!I can't see you laying niggas out of sight, of mindCheck your watch, lil homieOh man, it's just my time!I go deep on any D, rest in peace, second lineIf you just here run by me,Catch up, you fall behind!Do my thing in this *****, represent the East SideGoing OG, while I creep in the G line!Moving slowly down the street, grow up, the peace signTurn my younglings on the block trying to eat of mixing dimes.Plan to honor with the glass, come up shortly'Need by willing, need by drama, they ain't looking, nothing slackIf you wanna set tripping, this gonna be a homicideIf you ain't about that life, then it's best to stay inside!Nigga, let's ride, nigga let's rideRoll in Kush, put it to the fireInhale, exhale, let's get highLet's get this money, we'll never die!Hook:Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shitFresh as *****, ain't a thoughtWhat you see is what you getCruising up and down the street,Yeah, I'm smoking out the weed!Higher than a 1000 pounds,Nigga, I stay on my shit!Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shitFresh as *****, ain't a thoughtWhat you see is what you getCruising up and down the street,Yeah, I'm smoking out the weed!Higher than a 1000 pounds,Nigga, I stay on my shit!Yo, the' I keep up my bandzThis for my pictures when I *****, I'm pressing only hitsThey put the trigger on the clip, and even though I'm that niggaI'm trading drug dealers when I'm only shitterI'm paranoid, two dozen niggas on my catalogueTill my ***** went good like Lara CraftI could deliver the pricket, you're out a couple yardsI'm just a dealer, all eyes to rap songs!Twenty-four our grinds if I'm in the showersGet my' gotta blow up like the towers*****ing cowards, every sixteen sourI wanna get it maybe inside'Maybe I'll die tomorrow, but I'mma live todayI'm just a little giant, 'I'm just a young poppy with a old faceMy flow genuine like the back so lateYou can't shake the unshakableFade the unfadable, play the unplayablePuerto Rican woman' that's my blood line.. where I confessUsed to sell drugs when that project *****Used to dug this on the project fenceHad to be low like the projects'You clearly don't have a clue about project sense!Embarrass name French,Connections will get you'Like talking about that *****!My partners will still lynchYou're talking ambitionLiving that life that I had your wife missingfor really the East Side like they'Fiends stay alive like I give them free trapsFiends bitter lines just to'Black knives, black gloves like the old OG trial.Hook:Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shitFresh as *****, ain't a thoughtWhat you see is what you getCruising up and down the street,Yeah, I'm smoking out the weed!Higher than a 1000 pounds,Nigga, I stay on my shit!Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shitFresh as *****, ain't a thoughtWhat you see is what you getCruising up and down the street,Yeah, I'm smoking out the weed!Higher than a 1000 pounds,Nigga, I stay on my shit!
