Curren$y - Life Instructions Lyrics
[Curren$y]Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked my man.Kick it in yo streets like bad Chris in them garbage cans, aww man.Them *****es think I'm ballin' so they behavin' differently when I be in New Orleans.I'm fallin' back off 'em they crawlin' on 'em, not half-way complainin' just makin' a true statement.Which quite basically is what's missin' from this game we in, create the world in which u tryna live in kid.Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doin' bizz (business).But best believe I'll bring 'em with me anywhere I is.What a hater say will never affect the way that I live or where I go just makes me ***** they *****es in they crib.The game I got was raw and given' to in by Slim referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs.Make sure I don't punk out in the streets but don't get too close to the curb.Jet Life too high for the birds.[Smoke DZA]Right, big doobies rolled up you know how we do.Snow beach low like Ray Warren '92.Rugby's all flavors; lime green rod labors to all the world gettin' paid off the talent GOD gave us. I'm parlayin', Marley's got me smack, twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded.Niggas hated, now they all tryna get in.All the slick talk, I know ya'll ain't really mean it.Sleepin' on the kid, I hope the bed was posturepedic.Beggin' for a verse I'm like *****-sucker beat it.What ya budget like?Go head and find a way, you tryna get in the loop I make 'em pay to ride the wave.Jet Life, it sucks to be you.Tryna get swagg, you gotta purchase this foool.
