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