This is the fruit of our hard work
The belief in the entrepreneurial spirit
The new American dream
A toast, a toast to my family, my life
True that
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Uh, I wrote this sitting in the back of that triple black
With the picnic tables twistin up a sack
My Cuban link cables prove I'm in the majors, a prime time playa
High quality rhymes
Earned these wages, allowed me to make wagers
Double your life savings, we on yacht's waving
Champagne cases, cocaine traces found
Sippin from the speakers when the base kicked
Hella baked, dropping these tapes, raking cakes in
Millions my nigga, keep that under like the basement
Engine running on that spaceship
She sexing like woman, speeding like a bullet
Don't pull up to it
How I'm bout you, won't race it
I went to class with the craftsman who made this
Upper class shit fresher than minks
At the event, I'm king sunning these rappers, I make you prince
New Jet City
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Yea Uh To stand in front this money train doesn't make sense
I never hustled with no lames, why would I begin?
I'm surviving in the game, where many don't win
But losing ain't my name and that's one of them
I'm ripping wood grain, got a journal full of strint
Listening to max beat, wishing he was free
But he not so we smoke a whole ounce for Gangrene
Jet life motherfucker, we the A Team
No van, that's a Lamb, that's 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
(Interlude)
Eh la la la la la la la la
Life
Eh la la la la la la la la
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Rhythm is enough for them
Hard up, this enough for them
New Jet City
Jet life
Jet life
Yea