[Intro: Jet 2]
Yeah, uh (Jet 2)
I would like to welcome y'all to the
To the, to the, to the (whussaap!)
Bitch, you could run and tell the world I'm back (back)
You could tell, run and tell the world I'm back
You could run and tell the world I'm back
Don't worry where I been, just worry 'bout where I'm at
At the top, and I did it with no studio, pen, pad, or DJ
Straight up off my Mac, I'm tryna
And I did it with no studio, did it with no studio
Did it with no studio, pen, pad, or DJ
Straight up off my Mac, I'm tryna
Did it with no studio, pen, pad, or DJ
Straight up off my Mac, I'm tryna
Straight up off my Mac, I'm tryna
Welcome to the, nigga!
First of all, I'm thinking above
Dreaming beyond gravity
'Cause my thoughts are shrrrrrr
[Chorus: T.I.]
I'll never let you down, I'ma shine on sight
Keep yo' mind on yo' grind and offa mines, alright
Hard, I'ma ball on them squares, I flow
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may seem he might be
But no matter what they doin', they don't do it like me
Like a G, I hold it down for the town I'm at
In a flash like that, recognize I'm back
(Strike a picture, nigga)
[Verse: Jet 2]
Brought it from the bottom
Made somethin' straight out of nothin'
Muhhfuckas will hate, fuck 'em
Think of 'em while I'm nuttin'
Evel Knievel flow, muhhfucka, yeah I be stuntin'
Still hold it down with a positive message minus the cussin'
Flow so Robitussin, I'm off the head like a concussion
I show up on yo' lawn with the soviet like I'm Russian
Flows like I'm flushin', burn the track like combustion
My tongue is like a Magnum, I be busting while I'm bussin'
My swag is like a bus, and y'all be benching while I'm runnin'
Nigga, and my tongue strapped
When I spit, it look like you comin', nigga
My spit is silver-back, I'm as big as one gorilla
On top another gorilla, under a hundred, nigga
Yeah, I'm sharper than the thunder hit you
And I'm cold as the summer, bitch I'm a summer-sicle
Here's a message for you niggas not gettin' it
Won't stop 'til I can ice out my skinny bitches, Popsicle stick
Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish, and this
One is for the chicks, I gotta chew 'em like a Chiclet
Shout-out to BeeGee, see he a niggie consigliere
And I'm always on the map as long as my city is here
Lover boy, Drummerboyjet2 tha random
These other niggas be flyin', but Jet 2 could land 'em
Lover boy, Drummerboyjet2 tha random
These other niggas fly, but Jet 2, nigga
[Outro: Jet 2]
Yeah, first of all I'd like to welcome all the music critics
To the "Thinking Above," aye turn my vocals up, you feel me
There we go, welcome to the, "Thinking Above Dreaming
Beyond Gravity," mixtape, see gravity, see gravity will
Gradually loosen up if you think to the moon and such
My head's so in the sky that I be movin' up
Nah, I'm just jokin'
I'm so raunchy, bitch get off me, bitch get off me
Alright, without further adieu, nigga
I put this shit together in my room, nigga
Like I do all my shit, nigga
Shout-out to Wrekless, nigga
Shout-out to all my niggas
Shout-out to all my bitches
Like, not in a disrespectful way
You know, like all the homegirls, like
Shout-out to Los Angeles, the home of the baddest is
Alright, I'm done talkin', but wait, hold on
Shout-out to my nigga Fred, shout-out to my nigga Alex
Shout-out to my nigga O So D, my nigga Robin Hood
You know, Jet 3, holla at ya boy, bitch
Can we get into the mixtape? Yeah?
Alright