Lyrics Pre-Roasted (feat. Curren$y) - Trademark Da Skydiver
It's
been
a
minute
let
me
get
with
it,
as
I
roll
up
Niggas
been
waiting
on
trade
like
whats
the
hold
up
My
only
mission
in
life
was
to
blow
up
They
ask
what
I
throw
up,
you
know
what
I
rep
and
I'm
one
of
the
best
Supervillian
in
the
building
I'm
clearly
a
threat
Been
doing
this
here
for
a
minute
considered
a
vet
A
lot
of
niggas
want
me
to
fail
cause
they
know
that
I'm
next
That's
damn
near
impossible
this
game
ain't
got
rid
of
me
yet
I
fell
of
and
I
crawled
and
regaining
my
steps
This
time
around
I'mma
give
all
till
im
gaspin
for
breath
I
stay
silent
on
a
lotta
shit
quiet
is
kept
But
I
dont
know
too
many
niggas
with
silent
success
So
I
write
it
all
down
to
get
it
off
my
chest
The
weed
we
break
it
all
down
to
get
off
the
stress
Niggas
hate,
fuck
'em,
cause
they
know
that
we
the
best
It
ain't
my
fault
I
do
this
shit
breakin
a
sweat.
I'm
just
laid
back
chilling
posted,
living
like
a
villian
mostly
High
off
this
purple
shit,
no
lie
I'm
flyin
I'm
so
roasted
Money,
bitches,
Testarossas,
Veuve-Clicquot,
few
mimosas
Bring
them
thru
my
ups
and
downs
life
is
like
a
roller
coaster.
I'm
just
laid
back
chilling
posted,
living
like
a
villian
mostly
High
off
this
purple
shit,
no
lie
I'm
flyin
I'm
so
roasted
Money,
bitches,
Testarossas,
Veuve-Clicquot,
few
mimosas
Bring
them
thru
my
ups
and
downs
life
is
like
a
roller
coaster.
The
more
I
smoke
the
smaller
the
doobie
get
They
takin
shots
at
the
jets
on
some
John
Woo
movie
shit
All
blanks
I'm
unscaved
untouched
on
my
way
to
the
bank,
what
the
fuck?
For
tryna
play
Spitta
you
shall
forever
remain
Without
a
name,
lames
know
what
I
claim
Upset
they
all
throw
up
my
set
from
the
sunroof
of
my
car
Seats
butter
baguettes
Bitches
cumbling
nuggets
I'm
feeling
lovely
and
blessed
Tribeca
at
Bubby's
I'm
enjoying
a
lemon
press
not
that
Minute
Maid
crap
They
squeeze
these
lemons
they
selves
The
hearts
of
women
melt
when
Trilla
lyrics
are
felt
Olympic
swimming
in
bitches
Micheal
"slash
leon"
Phelps
High
bread
weed
money
tree
slang
for
dummies
Get
it
crackin
like
lobsters
ice
vodka
and
the
bong's
bubblin'
I'm
just
laid
back
chilling
posted,
living
like
a
villian
mostly
High
off
this
purple
shit,
no
lie
I'm
flyin
I'm
so
roasted
Money,
bitches,
Testarossas,
Veuve-Clicquot,
few
mimosas
Bring
them
thru
my
ups
and
downs
life
is
like
a
roller
coaster.
I'm
just
laid
back
chilling
posted,
living
like
a
villian
mostly
High
off
this
purple
shit,
no
lie
I'm
flyin
I'm
so
roasted
Money,
bitches,
Testarossas,
Veuve-Clicquot,
few
mimosas
Bring
them
thru
my
ups
and
downs
life
is
like
a
roller
coaster.
Me
with
a
record
deal
yea
they
said
I
couldn't
get
it
My
homie
Ferris
told
me
you
couldn't
hustle
for
a
living
but
That
Richard
Porter
money
had
a
nigga
driven
And
word
to
my
nigga
Stan
I
was
bugging
for
a
minute
but
Look
how
the
tables
turned,
they
still
spinning
The
homie
flew
me
from
Kenner
to
N-Y
city
yea
My
uncle
told
me
let
the
sky
be
your
limit
I
was
cool
with
a
kid
in
the
kitchen
who
was
a
chemist
yea
And
far
as
bread,
mama
told
me
make
plenty
So
it's
money
in
my
bank
account
and
money
in
my
denims
yea
In
high
school
them
girls
used
to
blow
me
kisses
But
it's
money
over
bitches,
Roddy
all
about
his
Benjies
Shout
out
to
Spitta,
they
wear
us
out
like
Fendi
Let's
hit
the
Chi
where
the
weather
much
windy
but
But
me
I'm
from
the
dirty,
the
dingy,
the
south
Where
everywhere
we
at
we
smoke
it
out
I'm
just
laid
back
chilling
posted,
living
like
a
villian
mostly
High
off
this
purple
shit,
no
lie
I'm
flyin
I'm
so
roasted
Money,
bitches,
Testarossas,
Veuve-Clicquot,
few
mimosas
Bring
them
thru
my
ups
and
downs
life
is
like
a
roller
coaster.
I'm
just
laid
back
chilling
posted,
living
like
a
villian
mostly
High
off
this
purple
shit,
no
lie
I'm
flyin
I'm
so
roasted
Money,
bitches,
Testarossas,
Veuve-Clicquot,
few
mimosas
Bring
them
thru
my
ups
and
downs
life
is
like
a
roller
coaster...
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