"Life Instructions" lyrics

[Curren$y:]
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

[Smoke DZA:]
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?