Exhale

{Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver} I'm slightly woozy off the doobie Figuring how I'm a start this shit Niggas sleeping on the villian I kill em 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, niggas 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 ahead of Trade in any way is 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 {Hook: Trademark Da Skydiver} Jet Set 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 X2 {Verse 2: Young Roddy} They scared to death when a broke nigga get focused Been living in this ghetto, around these hoodrats and these roaches Trying to make a fortune, stack that right under they noses But everybody nosey and hoping ain't nobody know dis But everybody watching while I'm trying to count my profit I'm outside looking in, I'm like fuck it leave them knocking Without no scale, I weigh my options I hear em but it's hard to see niggas who stand behind us Raw so you think I got a style you can't copy And I got my own gear that I'm designing holler And to these rap nigga 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, out {Hook} {Verse 3: Curren$y} Yeah nigga I'm bent, money well spent, industrial strength Pepe le pew scent, old Burberry print's on my umbrella High fashion, weather shelter I am flyer 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 {Hook}