Lyrics Exhale - Young Roddy , Trademark Da Skydiver

I'm slightly woozy off the doobie, figuring how I'm a start this shit
Niggers sleeping on the van, I kill you with my accomplishments
Polishing up my lyrics, this ain't no gimmick trademark is monstrous
I'm the king of this regime, I don't need you to call me bitches
Oh no, kneel down and pay homage kids, niggers sleeping on me
I'm about to throw water on all these mattresses, mattresses
Flow so on point it's immaculate, mastered it and crafted it
I'm so ahead of the class with it, my aura in this massiveness
Will dominate your averageness
Them candy bars you spitting can't compare to my savageness
Thinking you will never trade in any way it's backwardness
I ain't even started going hard, I'm still practicing
Head band strapped on, floating out the atmosphere
Trademark, or T.M.S.D. is the acronym
Mama break that kush down, grab a cone and pack it in
Light it up, inhale, exhale, blow it in the wind

Just said we back again, going hard giving our all
Trying to get a win
Never stressing over chicks or ends
Light it up, inhale, exhale, blow it in the wind
Just said we back again, going hard giving our all
Trying to get a win
Never stressing over chicks or ends
Light it up, inhale, exhale, blow it in the wind

They scared to death when a broke nigger get focused
Been living in this ghetto, around these hoodrats these vultures
Trying to make a fortune, stack that right under they noses
But erribody knows and hoping ain't nobody nodes
But erribody watching while I'm trying to call my profit
I'm outside looking in, I'm like fuck it leave them knocking
Without no scale, I weight my options
I ham but it's hard to see niggas who stand behind us
[?] I got a style you can't cop it
And I got my own [?] that I'm designing holler

And to these rap niggers I'm a problem
Honest I fell off, but bounced back, proper
Hydraulics, came up and I stayed up
This time I got it, I told them I'm a go hold that shit down, I promise
And that's something I ain't breaking for nobody
I'm good on this plane, my main man's the pilot

Just said we back again, going hard giving our all
Trying to get a win
Never stressing over chicks or ends
Light it up, inhale, exhale, blow it in the wind
Just said we back again, going hard giving our all
Trying to get a win
Never stressing over chicks or ends
Light it up, inhale, exhale, blow it in the wind

Yeah nigga I'm bent, money well spent, industrial strength
Pepe le pew scent, old Burberry print's on my umbrella
Higher fashion, weather sheltered
I am flier than delta, repeatedly I tell you
Live from my wine cellar, I'm a rhyme seller
Sky dweller, grime level, never
Weed smoke sweet as rose pedals, mama I can show you better
But don't get attached, cause I never show you settle
My latest addiction has been additions to my bezel
And I thought I was past that, jewelry and flash crap
Probably won't wear it, I just felt I should have that
Storage, safety deposit box for it,
Just right like the baby bears porridge
Top scorers, you could go and ask your Whores
If you trill, go and light one for us, yeah

Just said we back again, going hard giving our all
Trying to get a win
Never stressing over chicks or ends
Light it up, inhale, exhale, blow it in the wind
Just said we back again, going hard giving our all
Trying to get a win
Never stressing over chicks or ends
Light it up, inhale, exhale, blow it in the wind.