Released on July 24, 2010

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[Verse 1: Jet 2]

Music is my restaurant; chewin' rappers for dinner

And I swear, I'll be the hungriest nigga; help feed the children

Hip-hop shop; can you help me find Pavillions?

Just as real as any name in this game; minus the millions

Reppin' for my circle; muthafuck whoever out

If money talks

I'll play the part of Chris Tucker for those who doubt it

'Cause the days of these ladies sleepin' on me is over now

And the pile of niggas bitin' niggas style is too over-crowded

Fuck the speculation and what the skeptics say; I'm a tyrant

Even a giant's a small thang to a giant

Let my soul pour; put my fame to the side

'Cause even if the fame'll make me; through pain I could buy that

Eye in the sky, on this boat; I'm a pirate

Swim in bullshit, you could float, I could fly, bitch!

Jet 2, the sky has never been the limit

I been livin' in the clouds; have you ever been in 'em?

Niggas make a nigga mad, but bitches make a nigga Venom

In the world that's full of shit, music is all we have to vent it

Nigga, in this house of music; I rent it, y'all just the tenants

I teach it, I count attendance

Y'all students just be pretendin', nigga!


[Chorus: Jet 2]

Why they hatin' me?

How could I be so different?

'Cause I'm kind of crazy

Or are you just too sensitive?


[Verse 2: Jet 2]

Uh, never foul out from the rise to the fall

I hit hard wit' no pads like spring ball

I fly over that water like seagulls

Y'all L Cool J; I be Jaws

I beat y'all at the game y'all made

Y'all kids really assed out, K.R.A

My avatar is mad, and I'm the last ear-bender

Best things in life are free, I still made y'all pay

Hello muhhfucka; take a glimpse at Mr. Confidence

Tell them hater niggas, I'm protected under providence

If you ain't for my city; I'm shittin' on yo' metropolis

Massive-big dog, bitch; Neapolitan

Those who think they the shit; I disembowel them

Thriller, muhhfucka; I be at the moon howlin'

But never will cry wolf, I'm golfin' like Ty Woods

I'm in holes by the thousands


[Chorus: Jet 2]

Why they hatin' me?

How could I be so different?

'Cause I'm kind of crazy

Or are you just too sensitive?


[Verse 3: BeeGee]

Is that nigga BeeGee on a Jet 2 beat

Got the hood in my hand; I conceal the streets, uh

Study the haters; I got my information

Powerful words'll make you listen like a congregation

You think you hot? Well nigga, I'm on fire

How the hell you hate when it's my flow that you desire?

Admire me, you don't even inspire me

Have these niggas nervous; they gon' end up perspiring

Public attraction; yeah, boy you gotta see

You'ze a baby boy, you get impressed like Taraji P

Deceive me? You don't wanna do that

End up on the bottom, lil' nigga; boot strap

Soon to be general, for now I'm a soldier

Done with the games; I'ma keep my composure

Keep shit pushin' like a baby stroller

No more talkin'; full disclosure


[Chorus: Jet 2]

Why they hatin' me?

How could I be so different

'Cause i'm kind of crazy

Or are you just too sensitive

Why they hatin' me?

How could I be so different

'Cause I'm kind of crazy

Or are you just too sensitive?