Curren$y, The Alchemist, Smoke DZA - Life Instructions lyrics

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

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

Yeah uh
Right

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

Right out
What up, Spitta?