[Intro: Jet 2]

Yeah

I got LuMo with me

I had to get my young Hova on

I had to get my uh uh uh uh uh

(Jet 2, whussaap)

[Verse 1: Jet 2]

What could it be for

The allure of the life of the autograph signin'

And the rapper with the flashy diamonds

Rhyming

While his best quotes are being underlined

Minus the minds

That don't understand the lines

That he is speakin'

And those that don't agree with it

Still wouldn't believe the shit that he's saying

They lose they minds in amazement

They can't believe that he manages to say it

And manages to do it without a manager

And half of the

Reasons that he's rappin' are

Because of the hustle for love

And the love of the game

I love 'em the same

I bet the money won't make me change

Like jackpot

I hit it in a dream while I was sleeping in Vegas

But I woke up

And certainly the dream was vague

But all in all, I play it the same

Whether it's victory

Defeat, or the outcome is a mystery

I sincerely

Believe the word, "success," is just a mirror me

And those that don't believe

Just look at themselves eerily

But uh, where would he be without the faith

That he certainly keeps

Stronger than a gym can make it

With no protein shake for the muscle

My mind is on the hustle

Of either greatness

Or making my dreams a reality

I'm married to the music

And certainly, my lyrics will bury me

Either that, or carry me farther

Than my dreams can fathom, see

I tasted reality, it's nothin'

That my dreams can't chase in this reality

Everything that I'm after seems

Closer each moment

So I'm focused

'Cause the hope is

Waiting on me to hold it and own it

So I'm owning the moments

And momentarily waitin'

Exercising my patience

Understanding my placement

They ain't ready to race this

I fell in love with lady

And I ain't been the same since

Fell in love with music and she saved this

Broken heart

And now I'm 'bout to open hearts

Welcome to the museum

Where you're seeing the most art

To music, I'm Mozart

Painted the same

Picture that changed the frame

Of the still that's worth a thousand words

And every syllable is heard

When I spit it

I swear that this shit is mine

'Cause every line reminds the minds

Why I spit it, now let LuMo get it

[Verse 2: LuMo]

What would it be for

The allure of the encore

As I silence my critics with sold out tickets

To all of my haters, you will one day admit it

My goal is to rile the world and everyone in it

This is my life and I will one day live it

My mind is set for somethin' so exquisite

The sky is the limit

But I'll be back to visit

Life is just a game

For the moments that we're in it

And I am set to win it

I played my cards right and I will finish

I put my chips in it

All or nothin', or nothin' at all

I been through the fires, the storms

And the brawls

Only to learn to get up after I fall

I'm solid like a rock and I'm walkin' tall

I'm on my Kobe game and I'm ready to ball

I'm a king like LeBron

But I never get dunked on

And I am not human, ha, I'm Clingon

But back to the allure, and the motivation

This is real life, not PlayStation

So put a 'X' in the boxes that only apply

And we are not here to play, so realize

Life is just a game, "but why so serious?"

I'm over here joking around, I'm so delirious

Enough with the games

I'm the king and I will reign

I got the whole world to gain

And nothin' to lose

So in whatever I do, I am always a winner

And yes I am a veteran, far from a beginner

So in the genesis of my preeminent being

I am so far ahead of my time I can't be seen

I'm in a race by myself

And I'm chasing my dream