Life Instructions

[Intro: Curren$y] Yeah Real life situations Real events in Jet Life Berner say he got some shit gon' get a nigga eighth grade high We in LA Shit, already, we rollin' up right now Alc' in here just chillin' Uh [Verse 1: Curren$y] Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked, my man Kick it on your street like bad Chris and them garbage cans Aw, man, them bitches think I'm balling So they behaving differently when I be in New Orleans I'm falling back off 'em, they crawling back on him Not half way complaining, just making a true statement Which quite basically is what's missing from this game we in Create the world in which you trying to live in, kid Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doing bids But best believe I bring 'em with me anywhere I is What a hater say'll never affect the way that I live Or where I go, just make me fuck they bitches in they crib (Uh) The game I got was raw and given to him by Slim Referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs Make sure I don't park out in the street, but don't get too close to the curb Jet Life too high for them birds Ayo [Interlude: Smoke DZA] Yeah Uh Right [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] Big doobies rolled up, you know how we do Snow Beach 'Lo like Rae wore in '92 Rugbies all flavors, lime green Rod Lavers Touring the world, getting paid off the talent God gave us I'm parlaying, Marley's got me smacked Twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded Niggas hated, now they all trying to get in All the slick talk, I know you ain't really mean it Sleeping on the kid, I hoped the bed was Posturepedic Begging for a verse, I'm like, "Cocksucker, beat it" What's your budget like? Go 'head and find a way You trying to get in the loop, I make 'em pay to ride the wave Jet Life, it sucks to be you Trying to get swag, you gotta purchase this cool [Outro: Smoke DZA] Right Out What up, Spitta?