[Lyric] Act 1 (Trademark Da Skydiver)

Skydiver the jet fighter when it come to rhyming im considered the ace
Highed up off this super doobie, black flag tied on my face
Diamond fitted hoodie on, fresh J's when I step in the place
When the super villain is in the building these lame niggas feel out of place
Smoking on this anti-gravity kush, every drag pulls me towards outerspace
This that hundred proof, this shit ain't laced, pure weed, no seeds just give it a taste
Breaking down that sour, every hour, no blunts we only rolling up them J's, treating EZ Widers like origami, I turned that shit into a paper plane
Fell in love with mary jane, put a hundred on my finger and married the game, Niggas aggravated at the fact I made it, don't hate me blame Spitta and Dame
Im just doing my thing, came in the game, maneuvered through lane's
Stayed away from the lame's and I earned my chains from the N.O. to N.Y. now they know my name
Nah we ain't the same
My 16 like 16 bars of cane
I set fire to rivals who spit that flame
Trade die hard like John McLane
Uh uh we ain't the same they waiting on a second coming issue 2 done came Niggas think that I'm playing I go hard I'm saying.Trademark da Skydiver who gone stop my reign
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