In Orbit

Window seat in the sky
My feet will never touch the bottom
Trademark, I bring freshness back to the rotten
Ample, Issue 1 and 2 is just a sample
Like my ni**as (Fred Astair)[?]
Homie, I am an example
Of what can happen when you roll the dice and just gamble
Got the peddle to the metal bitch, I'm moving like a Lambo
Ni**as taking shots but I'm not catching that ammo
I'm in suites overseas lighting weed off of candles
Way out of your reach, lame-o's can't handle
The test, they upset Trademark got next
I ain't tripping off your feelings, look I just got me a check
And before 2010 I got two more to collect
But I'm gonna take this one here and make my way to my connect
And tell him, 'look I need a batch of that fire sour patch'

'bout to take a trip to Mars and I ain't never coming back
I'm outta here just like that (3x)

I done made it to the top, I'm in the skybox finally
Second in command, all these aviators (eyein')[?] me
Fly with me, keep up if you can follow me
Manuever like a stealth plane, that mean I move silently
Quietly, I snuck up in the game and took the lottery
Possibly they spotted me when I flee with the monopoly
Lames can't contain the forces of this villainology
When I die, they turn my issues to a villainography
I'm 'bout to make a mockery of these ni**as tryin' to copy me
Competition is none, to me these ni**as obsolete
And I'm gon' keep spittin' sixteens 'til I rest in peace
Secondly, they don't stand a chance against my weaponry
The game need a fix real quick and I'm the recipe
It's time for take off, this world will never get the best of me

'bout to take a trip to Mars and I ain't never coming back
I'm outta here just like that (3x)