Lyrics Chill Nigga, Rap - Trademark Da Skydiver

Chill Nigga, Rap

I’m on the west coast, smoking out my hotel\nOh well, fuck it hit a nigga with the cleaning fee\nTrue G, let me do me\nJust a chill ass nigga out the N.O.E\nI smoke hella trees, I stack hella cheese\nI smash bad bitches, they be on me like stitches\nThey know it’s F.B. from the R.L. stitching, bucket hat\nKhaki slacks, I be matched on these chickens\nBlue suede double G’s on my feet but I ain’t crippin'\nI rep my set, pinky thumb extended\nAnd now we ain’t tripping, just on a paper mission\nJust trying to get the butter without reaching for the biscuits\nNigga on some laid back, stay high, get rich shit\nSomewhere chilling, highed up, with your chick shit\nOther then that I’m in the studio fucking with this shit\nBout to get paid off the sixteen I just spit\nHigh all the time, with that money on my mind\nSteady twisting good, letting the time pass by\nGetting guap on these niggas, yeah my cash stacks high\nThey claim they on their grind, but we know that they a lie\nHigh all the time, with that money on my mind\nSteady twisting good, letting the time pass by\nGetting guap on these niggas, yeah my cash stacks high\nThey claim they smoking good, but we know that they a lie\nI’m on another level, Trade to real for them\nI ain’t dropped since issue three, they still waiting on him\nStupid ass niggas run up on my name, hating on me\nIt’s Trademark Da Skydiver, bitch, get it right homie\nGetting it wrong, It’s gonna have to result in us getting it on\nOn the real, I’m just trying to chill and get in my zone\nMake my own name with this rap shit\nThen I’m on, I kept it real, and keep it trill in all my songs\nWhat’s going on, these lame niggas don’t wanna see me on\nBut it’s going down, I’m gonna make a killing let me show you how\nRepeat my style, this custom fitted not fucking with it\nAt the rate I’m going, I’ll be surely chilling with more then millions\nAnd a couple bitches, who more then wanna feel my feelings\nI’m just highed up, chilling\nFocused on my mission, my new edition\nAnd they way I’m spitting, I’ll surely bring more edition to my pockets, nigga