[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah
Back at it
Welcome to the Winner's Circle, n***a
Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Balcony rap, lawn chair, palm trees
Open up a sack, roll up like long sleeves
N***a this is that, in the booth there's a calm breeze
Spitta N***a in your ears where I oughta be
I don't crave attention but I won't let you ignore me
Spitta, yeah n***a that's him
With a Cali green politics New Era brim
Some people get mad when I talk about how fresh I am
But I keep doing it to aggravate them
Picking bubba kush buds off the stems
While my diamonds shine blue like a xenon lens
Make the baddest bitches fall out when I fall in, Spitta

[Verse 2]
Quick shift, vroom, I'ma take off
Accelerating fast, I'm just getting to the pay off
Zipping through the city, gettin' money til I lay off
The land of the fly, I'm just floating from the break off
Soaring through the sky, looking at it from another view
I see the sun shining, forty thou climate
I ain't never coming down, that's what I decided
I like it up here better, progressing from the [?]
Jet Fly forever, I stay high whenever
Whatever degrees I'ma [?] for cheddar
Heavy on the trees like I grew 'em all together
Roll it up and chief [?] my level
See me in the streets, fly gifted
I'm disappearing through the fog with a sky vision of this life high living
Bleeding my [?] til the day I reach the top
The FS Jet set never breath then stop, we coming
[Verse 3: Trademark Da Skydiver]
Skydiver, I'm back
Head first out the 747 with no parachute pack
I glide through the sky like I got wings on my back
Revving a 911 Porsche 'cause my money's intact
In fact my swag's so back to the future
In the present 'cause I'm destined for stacks in the future
Grindin' til my pockets fatter than Rasputia
Not part of the Cool Kids but I rep for the coolest
And you could ask Roddy, I'm so stuck on this cool shit
Stay fresh with some fly kicks, just watch how I do this
Watch and a chain that's complimenting the Louie's
Everything is exclusive, from the chicks to the new whips
Condo and crib [?]
[?] moving and it's way more than music
We got it from here 'cause you don't know what you doing
Homie it's our year, these wack n***as is losing and ruin

[Verse 4]
I still let my n***as fuck the bitches I be gettin' on
And [?] interest that I'm sittin' on
Same hoes that slept on me, same hoes I'm shittin' on
It's foreign whips, I'm gettin' my stick shiftin' on
Never been an actor, never get my Eddie Griffin on
I'ma hella cool but I still could get my henchmen on
Skipped a couple classes but math, got my addition on
Still pimp my ride, gotta get my Xzibit on
And from all different angles I peep game
And you ain't gotta ask, I keep change
I buy a bitch a drink like T-Pain
Tipsy like [?] swerving in three lanes
Purple kush keep a n***a gliding like King James
Ride around this bitch til my knee sprained
Far from Pusha T but I'm part of a re-gang