[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.

^!$$%s 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.