Trademark Da Skydiver - Flight Briefing Lyrics
(with Curren$y & Young Roddy)[Intro: Flight Attendant Talks][Verse 1: Curren$y]Uh, With these lazy eyes I seenMore than you can see in seven lifetimesGet you on track got the fresh scoop from insideGet you insight on the situation cause I done it twiceDone a dotted line tightrope walkWhere the suits want results they don't talkDozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vaultNO one to blame it was solely my faultNo salt thrown, just boss game longRight now I'm not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get itI'm tryna get a bigger home, put my niggas onTHey puttin they niggas on we getting really strongMet Rex jets, best shape everWinner circle, you squares need to get it togetherOr stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separateYour ***** want that vitamin D she looking desperateBullshit convo five minutes investedShe buck-***** lying to you via text messageIn a snap like celery or fresh lettuceGetting head and trying to get ahead of usYou know what way is up[Flight Attendant Talks][Young Roddy]YeahAs the world still turningMy joint still burningI hold my head high and I got that from uncle VernonSo, if you want respect, you gotta earn itIt's crazy, most people never learn itPreach!So, before they hear my sermonHere's my confession, I get dressed with my burnerSheesh!I know that ain't rightBut I know when shit's weakTry livin' on my tray first streetsSo, before I fall asleepWith a certified freakWho just tryna get her hands on some courtside seatsI'm coolNice try, but you can't get that from meNice guy, hard body man it way too weakGucci broads even said I keep it way too GI never try to be something I'm notI do meI find it better on my own two feetRoddy keep it unique and low keyJets Fool[Flight Attendant Talks][Trademark da Skydiver]Fresh Polo bucketAll them niggas know I'm acting' outSmoke so much kush in the whip I started blacking outI'm hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt*****es love when I come around, they know what I'm aboutTake em to the house***** em good, smoke em outBurn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper routeI'm tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouchBag to bag transactions then I'm over and outDumb it down?Never that, you should know me buy nowI'm floating on a kush cloud and I never come downJet set, international we world renownedAll for takin niggas *****es when we come in townLames cryin over hoes, thats tears of a clownI'm smokin on some purple and green, you steaming brownLeaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me nowIts M-O-B, I rest in peace on a money pile[Flight Attendant Talks]
