Three - New Jet City lyrics

[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