Big Dogs Curren$y, Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy

[Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver]
Ya, this only for the big dogs
Get bags, no pause
Hit the weed, lift off
Hop in the coup, scratch off
Keep it real, that's law
We done made it this far
Through ups and downs I stayed down
Life is like a seesaw
Push weight like a rebar
Nightmares from what we saw
Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard
Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on
Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
(Uh) Reporting live where them niggas sling that fire
Life in the jungle man, that's always do or die
They pray you fall short, they tryna take your spot
Without no black mask, they let them bullets fly
Word on the block, they say it's no lonely at the top
Fuck fame, ' wrote the modern day Pac
Ain't talkin bitches when I tell you, take your shot'
Aim for the stars, don't lose faith, that's all we got
Besides my drako, my scale and my halo
They killed the only boy I know, she gained an angel
On my block the cops rush from all angles
They want to stay the heat, they serving hard labor
Born sinner, count my blessing God gave me
They born killers, swear to God them boys crazy
Teachers say we won't ever get our diplomas
Neighbors say we won't ever get off that corner