[Curren$y:]
We could do it like how we used to with no hook
Got a nice little breakdown for a verse and sh**
Uh, crumbling cookie crumbs into my bong and writing songs
n***as you took too long to come get that sh**, now it's gone
It sells itself when it's packaged this well
Can't sit on the shelf, they copping it in cases of twelve
I shoot my shot at a bad b**h and pick up my shells
We do our thing but don't kiss and tell, no paper trail
I keeps it real and that sh** pay me well
On a major scale, but I still push for expansion, see it's really all about branding
Internalizing the business mechanics, big in that tactics
Got buildings in Cali, got ranches in Dallas, marijuana and cattle
We slinging it all, see it don't matter, one stop shop
Got the ZR1 with the top drop, I'm parked outside of the strip spot
These b**hes delivering money knots, they all smiling when they walk out
Singles filed in a line, they buss it down, they give me mine
They love to give me mine, they love to see me shine
Baby had a sparkle in her eye, to me it looks like dollar signs (alright)
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Yeah, real n***a, authentic
Batman, Bruce Wayne, still kicking
Five cones, pour four, three cups, one n***a, two b**hes
Real n***a from New Orleans, in the A, the booth still f**ing with me
Trademark straight pimping, sauce dripping, six rings, Scottie Pippen
I was too real for them lames
I was always bout my change
Four solo albums in, still doin my thang, what the f** is you sayin?
Y'all n***as faking and playing, me I've been about my business
Bank account that's my witness, got a hundred mill on my wishlist
No ain't speaking bout no money b**h, I ain't really trying to hear the sh**
Talking bags in my convos, ninety bands stashed in the condo
Boss man, I'm the CEO
Tonto the head honcho
Tell your worker run them bags over, I need all my bands pronto
[Young Roddy:]
Living life on the edge, I'm taking a risk
I'm taking my shot, either make it or miss
Used to be broke as a joke, my n***a that sh** is no myth
Was raised by queens, but still it ain't no love for no b**h
I'm cool as it get, I shine like the sun, I flooded my wrists
She told me a mill, I'm f**ing her friend in the back of the Benz
Just me and my dogs, we k**ed this once, we gonna k** it again
My mama was working, my brother was trapping, my pop in the pen
They call it the ghetto, we call it the trap cause that's what it is
I told my lil bro, them n***as be talking, don't trap out the crib
I'm feeling like Mitch, I hustle like Nip, it's all money in
One life to live, my homie got shot, he took two to the ribs
Cooking that audio dope, they told me it's all in the wrist
It's still f** a lame, it's still f** the world and f** how you feel
Could name a few kids who packing that steel, it be real in the field
My summers was cold, friends turn to foes, it is what it is