[Intro]
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 d**h
[Verse 1]
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, c**aine traces found
Seeping from the speakers when the ba** kick
Hella baked dropping these tapes, raking cakes in
Millions my n***a, keep that under like the basement
Engine running on that spaceship
She s**y like a woman, speeding like a bullet, don't pull up to it
Talkin' bout you want race it, I went to cla** with a craftsman who made this
Upper cla** sh**, fresher than mints, at the event
I'm a king, Son-ing 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 lames, 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 jernt of full strength
Listening to Max B, wishing he was free
But he not, so we smoke a whole ounce for Gain Green
Jet Life motherf**er 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