Roasted

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]

It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up

Niggas been waiting on trade like what's 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 I'm possible this game ain't got rid of me yet

I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps

This time around I'm ma give all till I'm gaspin for breath

I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept

But I don't 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

[Chorus: x2]

I'm just laid back chillin posted

Living like a villian mostly

High off this purple shit

No lie I'm flyin I'm so roasted

Money bitches

Bring them thru my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster

[Curren$y:]

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 wtf

For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name

Lames know what I claim

Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car

Seats butter boogets

Bitches crumbling nuggets I'm feeling lovely and blessed

Tribeca and bubbies I'm enjoying a lemon press not that many made 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 in the...

[Chorus x2]

[Young Roddy]

Me with a record deal ,yeah

They said i couldnt get it

My homie Pharis told me you couldnt hustle for a living, but

That rich O' porter money had a nigga driven

And word to my nigga Stan, I was buggin for a minute but

The card of tables turned, they still spinnin

The homie flew me from kenny to NY city,yeah

My uncle told me let the sky be ya limit

I was cool with a kid in the kitchen who was a chemist, yeahp

As far as bread, my momma told me to make plenty

So its money in my bank account and money in my denims, yeahp

In high school them girls use to blow me kisses

But its money over bitches

Ridin yall up bout his bitches

Shout out to Spitta, they wear us out like fen DR

Lets hit the shower, where the weather mush wendy, but

Me im from the dirty, the dingy, the south

whatever at we at we smokin' it out

[Chorus x2]