[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Do this shit, done that shit

Get in the zone, my homies tell me, run that shit

Buy them Porsches to practice doing donuts in

Catwalk model top bitches we run up in

Fuck 'em, haters saying they don't fuck with him

Spitta keep it all the way one hundred

Highed up to most, they rank under him

Smoking on something thunderous

Marijuana designer, expensive ganja, bitch

You in the month of this

I've already picked your gown out, mama

You gon' look stunning, bitch

Try to feel A1 with this

Cinderella nervous, thinking this gon' turn into a pumpkin, chill

Long as you ain't rid all of that fronting, we can bail

Word to my white walls

Keep food in them dog bowls every night

It's a fool, it's a war zone, scary sight

But it's cool, it's what I call home, jet life

In that six where I just rolled past the satellite

Dressed to kill, hoping that I don't die

Word to Mary, I just bury my problems inside

Until they too heavy to carry, then I write these rhymes

Chess some game, if I feel that you worth the time

If you lame, I just direct you to them exit signs

Go back to where you came, squares too scared to get paid with the players

They watch from the sideline, they never out there

We in it, oh yeah, all conditions gear

ACGs, the G is what you see here

[Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver]

Oh mane, you know how the game go

Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho

Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low

We be on that other shit, figure y'all the same old, ayo

[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]

I'm business-minded individual

Eating good off rap, I snack on rats and live off my residuals

Cooley in the cut, counting blessings and feeling spiritual

Get money and chill every day, it's like a ritual

Habitual smoker, I stay high off that medicinal kush

Cruising through the city, Locing, feeling invincible

And the new machine so clean, I'm invisible

Behind these dark tints, my nigga, picture that visual

Picture me pulling up to a condo with a river view

You lames still hating, mane, but we ain't hearing you

Here to do what we do, get this money, share with a few

Nigga been grinding since Timbaland and Magoo was crew

Ain't nothing changed but my change, lil homie, my gear is new

It's cool, rappers are mad cause the game ain't feeling you

Just step to the sidelines, then shift to me and my crew

Bad bitches and sticky, it's your game, she's rolling with me

I'm cruising through the city, smoking fifties, we puff like Diddy

Really this how I'm living, they lying, they just look silly

Still trying to touch a milly before I'm buried in Gentilly

I was born to ball, real niggas and bitches feel me

I swear, they gon' have to kill me before I stop making it happen

Staying true to my faction, spending Jacksons off rapping

I'm saving up all the fragments, running out of places to stack 'em

Tre's still 'bout that action for niggas who want to asking, what the fuck