[Verse 1]

It's Mr. J-E- double T double

You can call me Mr. Crazy

Or Mr. Two for the ladies if you're nasty

Keep it rock solid I blast off like grenades, see

Dreds in my head and she could pull 'em like a braid, what

Keep it smoother than apple cider in the same cup

As Arrowhead and Crystal Geyser, you could blame it

On the lyricism I'm spittin', it's the same shit

You could feel it inside his rhythm

The rhythm is too addictive

It's like I'm spittin' venom inside ya

Figuratively speaking, I'm a lyrical mental massager...

I'm Jet 2, you hear the name so...

Still fly even in plain clothes...

They want an encore so I change clothes

Still runnin' the track like Usain Bolt

And locked doors try to make sure I break so I

Keep keys like the empire state of mind...

You can be sure that that's my state of mind

Where dreams are made of and mine will never die

And I mean business with the game and I'mma move inside

Concrete, better hop up in your suit and tie

They want me at a stand still but I'm movin' by

And I'm shootin' high, I'm a shooting star

I came from the bidi-bottom of the cookin' pot

My broadies got my back and we' climbin' all the way to the top

Trying to stay away from the fire, cause the hood is hot

So I'm quick to hop on the track like I'm good out the blocks

And the haters couldn't stop me, if they try to I'm sorry

I just hurdle right over 'em like Nyjah Ahmari

The audacity of maintaining pertinacity's actually

The reason I'm keeping persistence and diligence

Commitment is endless when it's just a vision of passion

See me I just move right past ya

Success is only a passenger

I drive faster, bruh; pedal to the acceleration

I move up even when standing still like an escalator

How many steps it take ya

Stuck on the elevator of making it happen

Even through all the attempts to break ya

And this is the ish that I gotta deal with on the daily

Shoved to the corner, but regardless I'm a champ; Bailey

Never say quit, I never quit no matter how they hate me

Working under the pressure of doubters, better they make me

They wanna see your downfall, hope you give it up

And just for y'all is the reason that I'mma live it up

And speak the truth in my lyrics and tell it like it is

I never give my heart to a lady unless she wife & kids

I might love, but trust me finding my heart is like a white dove

You'll probably never find that shit unless you go and

Listen to every one of my tracks

Cause my heart is in my mind, I had to get it off my chest

My heart on mp3, CD will never crack

I sell it at the price of success and you can get it for less

Like food 4...But my message is never cheap

I invest it on every beat, call it a lesson on repeat

But I call this two for one

Cause I'm on point and music's a target

And I'm pullin' every string in it like guitars kid

Hittin' every single note smoothly

Yours truly, every bar is a bargain

And niggie, I just barge in; no margin

And the flow slip smooth like I cover it in margarine

Niggie you can get it to go like you're ordering

Drown in my flow, get baptized; born again

[Outro: Talking]

But not by me though...Luchini!