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 b**hes 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 pa**ed 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 f** they b**hes 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. n***as 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 co*k-s**er 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 s**s to be you. Tryna get swagg, you gotta purchase this foool.