The Set

[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver] I can't call it, it's going too good to spoil it I made a couple grands fast off my last recordings I'm in it for the cash straight looking past the stardom Survival of the fittest, watch me outlast all of 'em Tryna ball like them Globetrotters but I ain't from Harlem I'm out New Orleans where niggas don't make it out often Yeah, nonetheless I'm blessed Dead presidents in my pockets so my Levi's like a coffin Boss amongst bosses I guess it's in my DNA Growing up I looked up to them G's who was getting paid Imitated they moves and repeated everything they say Was taught to keep it trill no matter what stay away from the fakes Earn my cake never talk to jakes watch for snakes Niggas hate, that's just part of the game, the real can relate Stack ya change, best believe I'm out here doing the same Carving a lane out in this game getting paid off my name Ya know? [Hook - 2x] It ain't no time for B-S, P.S I bet they give us respect No doubt, we next J-E-T-S, no time for recess You fuckin' round with the best, The Set [Verse 2: Young Roddy] My vision get blurry every time I visit cloud nine Yeah I agreed when they told me this world mine Why follow when a blind leading a blind? Still on my job, I'm on my grizzly, on my grind Small nigga stand tall as a giant Stayed to myself man they used to call me quiet Be the first to say i wasn't always best dressed No shame in my game girl, I used to 9 to 5 it Now that picture crystal clear like I'm using Comet College wasn't for me but I tried it I know a kid that will kill over blood diamonds But I got good sense, I stayed away from nonsense Even though I done been through all kinda shit But I see straight through 'em these niggas counterfeit And it's obvious I bet they know what time it is And I'm not being cocky, just confident Ya know? [Hook] [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Riiiight Jets at ya motherfucking jugular Fat boy of the set, Sour D smuggler Kush God with the pot, dope b murderer Harlem World with the flow, tell them niggas double up I said it's cold out here, bundle up Especially if ya chick in the back and she tryna cut Shit I got my bucket low like fuck it though Girlfriend's tweeting about it You act like you don't care but you love her though Niggas catch feelings like them hoes be catching beat In the Trans-Am with Trade, the cup holder holding heat My uptown grammar talk my way up out the slammer Grab some crawfish from Deanie's holla at Rod up in the manor nigga I'm reloaded thinking about 550's And how many bad bitches who jump to come and ride with me Spitta got the 'Rari shit you know my dog Nigga landed on the money, shit broke my fall Jet Life [Hook]