[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?