Oxygen - Trademark Da Skydiver

I’m just laid back chilling

In the cut like a villain

I ain’t smokin' on em phillies

Growin' kush by the ounce

Put up them 20's and them 50's

Took two pulls and then it hit me

Like an elevator lift me

In the sky I’m so high

Looking down on my city

I smoke 'til I’m silly

In the tellin' with these brisses white

Bitches spending greasy

Cause them blunts got em busy bro

Niggas trying to smoke ahead

I’m back like I’m too busy homie

You can keep that regiment

On the zone off this piffy

But I see this world so clearly

I’m a stoner sincerely

You don’t smoke with me… that’s eerie

Yeah my eyes red and watery

But I see this world so clearly

I’m a stoner sincerely

You don’t smoke with me… that’s eerie

Just like from my brother

Man this weed is so fine

I swear Young Roddy trying to kill me

So much smoke — need oxygen

The weed so fine can’t comprehend

Take that puff and hold it in

Exhale — blow it in the wind

Ah nigga you should too

If you knew what this game will do to you

Steadily counting benjamins

I’m just sitting here trying to win

I stay on another level

Pull the carboard out and roll em two leaves up together

But these niggas can’t do what I do

And these bitches can’t go where I go

But still they try to follow

Sipping clicko out the bottle

I live my life full throttle

But that weed slowed me down

Like brakes on marcila-agos

I’m just posted with my motto

And we roasted up this shipment that I just got in from tahoe

We just smoking and watching movies

Feeling like I hit the lotto

Little mama lighting up like she addicted to that pyro

I’m playing the rear view mirror close

I’m ducking from the 5-O

These niggas know how I roll

New whip with my eyes low

I’m smoking on that hydro

No choice — but to drive slow

I’m flying in the clouds

I’m just smoked out chilling

Rolling up them goodies

Plotting heavy on the millions