M.I.A. by Trademark Da Skydiver Lyrics
Verse 1 :
I’m a super villain and I love the feeling
Niggas mad get up out ya feelings
Acting all emotional, when they see a nigga 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 shit on me
I'm freshly baked in this Bathing Ape
I rap and chill from state to state
I’m making moves while these niggas hate
My money straight work to my safe
From making change like every day
Smoke and kill I’m getting me
Counting guap up in the days
I gotta get mines anyway
I can’t fuck with a nigga 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 shit
I'm rapping for my section its expected that I do this
Fuck how you feel, I'mma keep it real
For my niggas and bitches 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 nigga, 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
I’m a super villain and I love the feeling
Niggas mad get up out ya feelings
Acting all emotional, when they see a nigga 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 shit on me
I'm freshly baked in this Bathing Ape
I rap and chill from state to state
I’m making moves while these niggas hate
My money straight work to my safe
From making change like every day
Smoke and kill I’m getting me
Counting guap up in the days
I gotta get mines anyway
I can’t fuck with a nigga 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 shit
I'm rapping for my section its expected that I do this
Fuck how you feel, I'mma keep it real
For my niggas and bitches 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 nigga, 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