New Jet City - Curren$y

This is the fruit of our hard work

The belief in the entrepreneur spirit

The new American dream

A toast

A toast to my family, life, till death

Uh, I wrote this sitting in the back

Of that triple black with the picnic tables

Twisting up a sack, my Cuban link cables prove I’m in the majors

A prime time playa', high quality rhymes

Earn these wages allowing me to make wagers double your life savings

We on yacht’s waving

Champagne cases, cocaine traces found

Seeping from the speakers when the bass kick

Hella baked dropping these tapes, raking cakes in

Millions my nigga, keep that under like the basement

Engine running on that spaceship

She sexy like a woman, speeding like a bullet, don’t pull up to it

I bet you want race it, I went to class with a craftsman who made this

Upper class shit, fresher than mince

At the event, I’m a king, sonning these rappers, I make you a prince

New Jet City, ya

Uh, to stand in front this money train doesn’t make sense

I never hustled with no lame’s, why would I begin?

I’m surviving in the game where many don’t win

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

I’m gripping woodgrain, got a journal full of shrimp

Listening to Max B, wishing he was free

But he not, so we smoke a whole ounce for Gang Green

Jet Life motherfucker we the A-Team

No van that’s a Lamb, lift them wings

There’s a difference between a plan and a scheme

Make sure your crew all true to the same things

New Jet City