Smoke DZA - Life Instructions lyrics

[Verse 1: Currensy] Patty cake patty cake, I'm baked my man Kick it on your street like bad chris and them garbage cans, aww man Them b**hes think I'm balling So they behaving differently when I be in New Orleans I'm falling back off em', they crawling back 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 you trying to live in kid Some of my friends is pa**ed 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 f** they b**hes in they crib The game I got was raw and given to em' 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 to close to the curb Jet life too high for them birds [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 smack Twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded n***as hate it, 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 co*k s**er beat it What's your budget like? Go ahead and find a way You trying to get in the loop, I make em' pay to ride the wave Jet life, it s**s to be you Trying to get swag you gotta purchase this cool