Supervillain by Trademark Da Skydiver Lyrics
Okay some niggas actin like I wasn't coming back or something........damn
Super villain in the building man
Jet Set yeah
The niggas gone hate, the bitches gone feel em
So let me do my thang, you know im gone kill it
I’m smoked out chillin
Laid back livin’, feelin’ like a million
Ain't worrying’ bout yo opinion
I’m on another level, im no where near em
Lames hatin’ on em, real niggas feel em
Everytime im called, trade stand and deliver
Im never slacking off, you hear these verses I give ya
From the booth to the venue
Im the newest thing on the menu
Them haters want me to stop, its only right I continue
On the way to the top im cutting beats up like (idk)
I’m getting sharper on each and every issue
It’s no longer a question, im so official
Man they want me to fail, but it ain't that simple
My flow to potent, I got em open like windows
Trade on point, like cold bitches nipples
(2x) You can tell from my slang, I rep them planes
Niggas gone hate, them bitches wanna hang
We smokin’ good weed, we poppin champagne
Can we do our thang, just let us do our thang
I’ve got a super villain ora, feel my presence
Trade on smash just ask kid legend
Intelligent lines, you know I rhyme clever
Im mid blaze, im blazin in the smokers section
Its blowing in your direction
Come join in on this session
Once you take a puff, you'll prolly second guess it
You know we keep enough, smoke at your own discretion
Blunts or papers no preference
Im rollin purple for breakfast
We listenin ta instramentals, im tryin to create a message
Stackin’ up on these records, adding to my collection
You tring to get up on trade, use issue 1 as a reference
I can flow til im breathless
Go harder than whats expected
Ima do me, just follow your suggestions
They say im slippin but I keep on progressing
My pen poppin off just like a Smith and Wesson
Im the truth in the booth and that’s my only confession
(2x) You can tell from my slang, I rep them planes
Niggas gone hate, them bitches wanna hang
We smokin’ good weed, we poppin champagne
Can we do our thang, just let us do our thang
Super villain in the building man
Jet Set yeah
The niggas gone hate, the bitches gone feel em
So let me do my thang, you know im gone kill it
I’m smoked out chillin
Laid back livin’, feelin’ like a million
Ain't worrying’ bout yo opinion
I’m on another level, im no where near em
Lames hatin’ on em, real niggas feel em
Everytime im called, trade stand and deliver
Im never slacking off, you hear these verses I give ya
From the booth to the venue
Im the newest thing on the menu
Them haters want me to stop, its only right I continue
On the way to the top im cutting beats up like (idk)
I’m getting sharper on each and every issue
It’s no longer a question, im so official
Man they want me to fail, but it ain't that simple
My flow to potent, I got em open like windows
Trade on point, like cold bitches nipples
(2x) You can tell from my slang, I rep them planes
Niggas gone hate, them bitches wanna hang
We smokin’ good weed, we poppin champagne
Can we do our thang, just let us do our thang
I’ve got a super villain ora, feel my presence
Trade on smash just ask kid legend
Intelligent lines, you know I rhyme clever
Im mid blaze, im blazin in the smokers section
Its blowing in your direction
Come join in on this session
Once you take a puff, you'll prolly second guess it
You know we keep enough, smoke at your own discretion
Blunts or papers no preference
Im rollin purple for breakfast
We listenin ta instramentals, im tryin to create a message
Stackin’ up on these records, adding to my collection
You tring to get up on trade, use issue 1 as a reference
I can flow til im breathless
Go harder than whats expected
Ima do me, just follow your suggestions
They say im slippin but I keep on progressing
My pen poppin off just like a Smith and Wesson
Im the truth in the booth and that’s my only confession
(2x) You can tell from my slang, I rep them planes
Niggas gone hate, them bitches wanna hang
We smokin’ good weed, we poppin champagne
Can we do our thang, just let us do our thang