Life Instructions

(الألبوم: Covert Coup - 2011)

[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 bitches think I'm balling so they behaving differently when I be in New Orleans.
I'm falling back off 'em they crawling on 'em, 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 u tryna live in kid.
Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doing 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 fuck they bitches 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 getting paid off the talent GOD gave us.
I'm parlaying, Marley's got me smack, twisting 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.
Sleeping on the kid, I hope the bed was posturepedic.
Begging for a verse I'm like cock-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.