Trademark Da Skydiver - M.I.A. lyrics

Verse 1 : I'm a super villain and I love the feeling n***as mad get up out ya feelings Acting all emotional, when they see a n***a like me getting dough I've been getting cheese just let it be I told you before I got the recipe Cooking up high should I smash the beat like I smash the freak On my polo sheets I'm smoking good, feeling great Just stuffed a whole eighth up in that J I'm fly like paper, get high like planes Take 2 to the face then I'm M.I.A King Kong ain't got sh** on me I'm freshly baked in this Bathing Ape I rap and chill from state to state I'm making moves while these n***as hate My money straight work to my safe From making change like every day Smoke and k** I'm getting me Counting guap up in the days I gotta get mines anyway I can't f** with a n***a thang I ain't trippin off what they got to say It's all good I'm still getting paid Chorus: You know what I'm smoking on With the freshest clothing on Pimp stroke when I stroll alone Hustling gettin' my money along, In the zone high'd up off the strong Yeah I'll ride alone in my two seater, cheefin reefers.... I'm rolling stone, you can tell from my tone, Kush cones got me gone, gone gone You could tell from my tone, Kush cones got me gone, gone gone Verse 2: Hide above that good news, wrote the road I spit that good sense I rep that, east side, until I die, that hood sh** I'm rapping for my section its expected that I do this f** how you feel, I'mma keep it real For my n***as and b**hes thats in the field We're just tryin to stack up, for the days we didn't have much I'mma get it from the ground up, on my own I don't need no back up It's just me all on this tracks, flex I don't need help, count my rex up I'mma boss n***a, you're an actor, seriously you're not a factor I'm getting mine and them hoes love it They're at my neck like Dracula I smoke great than smash her good Then send her back to her ... Get fresh then I'm right back on the clock Never catch me slippin' or slackin up I'm overhigh, doin' over time On the grind, them racks keep addin' up