[Intro]

Konvict

It's been a minute

But we back in it; definitely

Ahh

That's that, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1]

It's been a year since Tha Propellar

But welcome to Tha Propellar 4

Flow so poetic like Helen Keller, hoe

I'm far from any nigga that you ever met before

She see I'm a star from afar like a telescope

The only nigga could swallow pride with swag, still

I'm sick as fuck, them other niggas a tad ill

Just like a bitch, these niggas got the game on mad Ls

But her fly's in my cocoon like a caterpill-ar

Niggas bеtter hope her vag is sеaled

'Cause if it ain't, then I'll be in it; Maxi-Pad your girl

Always had her, still let her stay free

Sip her like a sweet tea if she big and tasty

Wait, thick and tasty; that sounds more like it

Take a skinny girl, make her thick in eight weeks

I'm just tryna be boyfriend number two

'Cause I fucks wit' bad bitches that keep like a hundred dudes

Ha, hello to the grown-ups, I do not mean to be rude

But I'm a nigga that's a rapper, and my name is Jet 2

That's a good enough reason, shit I'm humble as a muhhfucka

But I show off, because hunger is a muhhfucka

Tired of bitches sayin' what I can't do

I be rappin' like a sinner, but New Orleans Saint you

Throw the breeze right at you, nigga; can you say Drew?

But if you Reggie in the flats, I will Sheldon bang you

I done ate everything that's in plain view

But bitch, I'm still hungry like a nigga can't chew

And for those who said I'd never make it, thank you

Fuck it, if I had a brush, I'd probably paint you

Careful, bitch I'm Wrekless, and my flow's so wet; it's pregnant

Notice the change in the tone of my voice, so romantic, haha

It's all good, 'cause I'm still the same dude

Just sound a little different, 'cause I had to change rooms

Bitch, I'm in the zone, you other niggas fourth and damn!

Yo' lines sloppy, and yo' center can't move

I be on that chocolate like chewing tobacco spit, in fact

I break yo' ass off, then take five like a Kit Kat

The pop-filter on the mic love my voice

'Cause everything I spit on instrumentals' fresh like a Tic Tac

And I love girls with pretty toes and Tic Tacs

X-O-X-O-X-O, kiss that

No homo, that sounded sexy; pause

Toot my own shit, let it all off in her jaws

I practice relays in her puddy like paaurlaufs

Man, I work it so damn hard, she gotta call off

And I spit raw like it's all off

And I may fall in love, but I never fall off

Even if I fall off; success is what I fall on

And money's what I walk on; I will never crawl off

I handle bars, nigga I be ridin' the game for real

Just give me a moment; right now I'm practicin' trainin' wheels

I aim to keep it real, fuck a record deal

'Cause if I need a sign, then God is what I call on

'Cause faith is such a definite cycle

And for the paper, I'm licensed to keep it rollin' like Tyco

Still catch the 210, straight bus to Hollywood

And I never auditioned for American Idol

I'm out here grindin' like black pepper

Fuck with the grind, I kick yo' ass like Capoeira

And with the lines, I be beastin' like Sal Herrera

Forever young, I'll be in my gown and cap forever

I'm ballin' like I got scouts and a stack o' letters

No offense, 'cause now I tackle better

Muthafucka, I am lackin'; never

I am black and ever so accurate with the passin', nigga

You already know, girl you who I do this for

Got kicked out of college, but to music; I'm a student, though

Got like a gazillion rappers hittin' my call log

But it's all good, I love all y'all

Yeah, no homo, granddad

I murder the beat, throw it in a Glad bag

And toss it in the ocean, Raiders Ark it like it's Oakland

Let the AP test it, 'cause the flow's so advanced, ah

[Outro]

Welcome to the mixtape, y'all

Thank you once again for downloadin' this

For listenin' to it, haha

If you made it this far

I just want you to know, you're special to me

For the ladies, no homo, haha

But enjoy, y'all

And I am Jet 2

Yeah, I put it, ah uh, yeah