[Intro]

Testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly, uh-huh, look

Until the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

You gon' touch the sky

Aye baby girl; extra fly

I'm tryna have you feelin' like Tourette's tonight

Uh-huh, I think it's best to try

I bet I'll have you touch the sky

[Verse 1]

Every single moment since I was a little kid

Livin' in; tryna come and calculate my dividends

Ever since division, shit

Nigga found his rhythm in riddles I would spit

Until it got so good, me and greatness became a synonym

Ah, I felt it all fall down, 'til I picked it right back

'Cause I never accepted that the fact of the matter is

To make it up the ladder in this industry

You must be badder than competition; I'm so competitive

Nigga spittin' lyrical medicine

Obviously I'm on my chemist shit

Lyrics I couldn't pretend to be, so mentally

I had to step it up and definitely spit what I'm livin'

Bitch, this shit ain't fiction, uh

I'm involved in a million dollar mission

Terminate the competition; street fitted

Swore on my soul before the flight

That my name will touch the sky from the top of the building

That's suite business

Ahh, to the game, I'm deep in it like I'm beatin' it

I'm wide awake while them other niggies just sleepin' in

Party on the weekend ends

No offense, but this title I'ma defend it (uh)

Nigga, word to team Wrekless

If we ain't the best, we the toughest

Been that since we invented

On the tracks, 'cause we some menaces

Bumpin' tracks like acne was in it

I'm reinventin' the meanin' of rappin' when I'm spittin'

Nigga! Just call me five-star Jet 2

Premature flow like I was bussin' in a test-tube

Feelin' last place whenever they be like, "you next, dude"

Guess who, Jet 2, chew the game; pet food

I be in a zone that you niggas can't get to

Chasin' after every dream that I ever slept through

Just to wake up and see that I'm livin' it

I must live high in the sky, 'cause this feels like heaven, nigga!

[Verse 2]

Story starts off; little nigga strugglin'

But that's just part of life, all that shit makes me tougher

Meanin' that all them times I was sufferin' came back around

To make me a strong mutha fucka, uh

Young nigga, fly dreams

Back in them days when the skies was too high to reach

I swear you couldn't preach a miracle to this nigga

Nah, 'til God blessed me with this lyrical talent that he helped build up

Still tryna figure whether I'm a saint or a sinner

Yes, I'm a saint of a nigga, but a sinner for the ladies

I deliver like a baby, say my dick game crazy

Spit game crazy, who's line is it? Wayne Brady

I been inspired by everything that pain made me

But turnin' that around is how I change the game

See I figure you may fall, but you get back up

You could blow it all, but touch the sky in the same breeze

[Chorus]

Uh, I gotta testify

You gotta feel no fear for them jets to fly

You gotta fall sometimes just to touch the sky

But either way, you're still blessed by Christ

It took a long time to figure that

And they'll try to tell you

You'll never learn nothin' from hearin' this lil' nigga rap

Now, what type of shit is that?

They'll try to bring you down; fall back little man

I'm workin' on a bigger plan, damn

[Verse 3]

They can't salt my determination

I guarantee that the dream is well worth the patience

It's the journey, not the destination

But seeing the destination that you dreamed

Makes it well worth the waitin'

I'm chasin' every dream, I feel I'm at the perfect pace

And I ain't first place, but I feel I got the perfect placement

Success so close, I could almost taste it

And muhhfuckas tryna lace my shit wit' failure

But I just prevail, yup

Behind bars with lyrical paraphernalia

Chemist in the buildin' spittin' Penicillin bars

Got a different type of flow, my words propel ya

And I never held up, I never add rest; I e-mail ya

To the point where you could Google my bars; Gmail, yup!

Thoughts mobile, nigga; T-Mail ya

Like a' embryo how I develop, flow wetter than sea shells, nigga!

Metal bars hotter than a tea kettle, nigga!

Fly, I can see hawks; Pete Carroll, niggas; clause

We be tearin' shit up

If life is a bitch, I'm in her stomach like sit-ups

Flow like hi'-up; excuse me, nigga, flow like hiccups

Paint a perfect picture, get tagged like hit-ups

Cold ass flow, I could drizzle in a blizzard

Kodak, nigga; high definition pixels

Jet 2 fly; find me in the sky

Head up to the heavens, I'm still a hell of a guy

Got a feelin' I'ma fly, and they can never stop me

No matter how hard they try-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i

Put fear to the si-i-i-i-i-ide

So my thoughts are clear to deci-i-ide

I'm here for the ri-i-ide

Thank God I'm ali-i-ive, I stri-i-ive

A nigga bred to survi-i-ive

And success is my peanut butter and jelly

To the game, I'm ti-i-i-ed

No lie, I'm a shootin' star like a celebrity wit' a four-fi-i-ive

Nigga, I-I, I, I, I-I surprise the niggas that was doubtin'

Like ta-da, surprise the bitches that was doubtin', like, "voilà!"

Clauses like pauses, every moment is a comma

Nigga!