CURREN$Y - New Jet City lyrics

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[Intro:]

This is the fruit of our hard work

The belief in the entrepreneurial spirit

The new American dream!

A toast!

A toast for family, life till death!

I wrote this sitting in the back of that tripple black

With the picnic tables

Twisting up a sac, my Cuban ain't...

Prove I'm in the majors of prime time player

High quality rhymes earn these wages

A lot for me to make wages, W life saviors

We're on yachts waving, champagne cases, cocaine traces

Found, sipping from the speakers when the base kicked

Hella big dropping these tapes breaking cakes in

Millions, my niggas keep that under like the basement

Injure running on that space ship

She's sexy like woman speeding like a bullet

Don't pull up hood... you won't race it

I went to class with a craftsman who made this

..fresher than mints, at the event I'm a king

Signing these rappers I'll make you a prince

New Jet City, yeah, oh!

Just stay in front of this money trained as it make sense

I never hustle with no name, why would I begin?

I'm surviving in the game, where I'm in, it don't win

But loser ain't my name, man, that's one of them

I'm dripping wood grain, got a journal for a...

Listening to the next beat, wishing he was free

But he not, so I smoke a whole ounce for gang green

Jet life mother fucker, we're the A team

No van, that's a...

There's a difference between the plan and the scheme

Make sure your crew all true to the same things

New Jet City, hey, la la la la life!

La la la la la

It's just enough for the

High up, it's enough for the

New Jet City

La la la la la