The Intro
Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I'm feeling this tempo
Now let this beat bump in yo face
Like a pimple
My rhyme raise the bar
You rappers like playing limbo
Same beat same bar
Y'all using the same stencil
But I can't hate nobody that's taking care of their kinfolks
Cuz I'm just tryna get my slice
Rest In Peace Kimbo
I think about success everyday and it's all mental
When everybody else see the pain
I see the window
Window pane- that type of flow that make you go
"We need that in the game"
I gotta blow like right before you play Nintendo games
If you listen and pay attention I'm in a class all by myself
Feel like detention, nah
I'm just the line leader of the new school
Sicker than two flus these lame rappers
Dancing with the devil wearing tutus
And I'm just tryna keep my soul clean
Like new shoes, you fools cannot control me
I'm busy tryna get my broccoli and guacamole
You busy blocking you should try to be a hockey goalie
Let me introduce myself if y'all don't know me
I'm who you got your style from and now you owe me
I need a Grammy but they don't understand me
I'm sitting on top of the world feeling like Brandy
Oh I understand why they envy me
I'm writing super sweet 16s, no MTV
They hear my song and then repeat
A beast, I breathe hip hop
Knew in the womb I was made to make tunes that'll make you put both hands up like noon
They say it's my time I'm like soon
I brainstorm it might cause a monsoon
It's cool they tried to bury me
But they ain't realize I'm a seed so throwing dirt on my name's really just helping me
Like a villain hide mine in the floor
Or the ceiling
Not talking dirty dealing
Stash in the safe all cash blue face
New money that's a million
Dog on the porch I ain't down for the sittin
In a fur coat make em bear witness
Watch ya boy Pull up in something with them headlights glowing
Loud pipes yea that b soundin vicious
Melanin mami on my arm for the business
In my own shark tank I ain't worried bout the fishes
Keep em on their toes like they're Eddie or they're Martin
When they're standing on the bottles talking life up in the prison
This is just a given, water with a lemon
Just for the voice while I'm penning in the kitchen
Cuz as soon as I get done and hit record button everybody and they momma gon be losing their religion
The difference, invest something
Rest of these bands gon blow em
Fake handoff, dropback 3
I'm going long fam
Tight grip, noose on neck, chokehold on em
Ice pick slaughter your house, Young Budden
I was raised to watch where you're walking, know your place
Don't speak when grown folks talkin
Ain't a race take your time but proceed with caution
Now you wanna question me like I ain't poppin?
Talking bout
What that man do for a living?
How they make a million?
Why he claim King of Virginia when he spittin?
Is it Free? is it written? Really I just wanna know, not for me but for the children
If you go and revisit current music
Take listen
Going on the upper hand he's what we been missin
Cuz he's killing everybody
Lyrically a Ted Bundy but he's cool as Al Bundy
Jordan 3s white Tee sprayed down with Cologne
Everyday oh that's R.A.
But homie he don't play play
With the fam street sweeper get sprayed with the AK
If you know em then you know you never know em
Always switching up the style and as my third eye always growin
Big bank Danny Ocean double back if it's kosher
Make a sequel to a sequel
How you really know it's over it's over
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I'm feeling this tempo
Now let this beat bump in yo face
Like a pimple
My rhyme raise the bar
You rappers like playing limbo
Same beat same bar
Y'all using the same stencil
But I can't hate nobody that's taking care of their kinfolks
Cuz I'm just tryna get my slice
Rest In Peace Kimbo
I think about success everyday and it's all mental
When everybody else see the pain
I see the window
Window pane- that type of flow that make you go
"We need that in the game"
I gotta blow like right before you play Nintendo games
If you listen and pay attention I'm in a class all by myself
Feel like detention, nah
I'm just the line leader of the new school
Sicker than two flus these lame rappers
Dancing with the devil wearing tutus
And I'm just tryna keep my soul clean
Like new shoes, you fools cannot control me
I'm busy tryna get my broccoli and guacamole
You busy blocking you should try to be a hockey goalie
Let me introduce myself if y'all don't know me
I'm who you got your style from and now you owe me
I need a Grammy but they don't understand me
I'm sitting on top of the world feeling like Brandy
Oh I understand why they envy me
I'm writing super sweet 16s, no MTV
They hear my song and then repeat
A beast, I breathe hip hop
Knew in the womb I was made to make tunes that'll make you put both hands up like noon
They say it's my time I'm like soon
I brainstorm it might cause a monsoon
It's cool they tried to bury me
But they ain't realize I'm a seed so throwing dirt on my name's really just helping me
Like a villain hide mine in the floor
Or the ceiling
Not talking dirty dealing
Stash in the safe all cash blue face
New money that's a million
Dog on the porch I ain't down for the sittin
In a fur coat make em bear witness
Watch ya boy Pull up in something with them headlights glowing
Loud pipes yea that b soundin vicious
Melanin mami on my arm for the business
In my own shark tank I ain't worried bout the fishes
Keep em on their toes like they're Eddie or they're Martin
When they're standing on the bottles talking life up in the prison
This is just a given, water with a lemon
Just for the voice while I'm penning in the kitchen
Cuz as soon as I get done and hit record button everybody and they momma gon be losing their religion
The difference, invest something
Rest of these bands gon blow em
Fake handoff, dropback 3
I'm going long fam
Tight grip, noose on neck, chokehold on em
Ice pick slaughter your house, Young Budden
I was raised to watch where you're walking, know your place
Don't speak when grown folks talkin
Ain't a race take your time but proceed with caution
Now you wanna question me like I ain't poppin?
Talking bout
What that man do for a living?
How they make a million?
Why he claim King of Virginia when he spittin?
Is it Free? is it written? Really I just wanna know, not for me but for the children
If you go and revisit current music
Take listen
Going on the upper hand he's what we been missin
Cuz he's killing everybody
Lyrically a Ted Bundy but he's cool as Al Bundy
Jordan 3s white Tee sprayed down with Cologne
Everyday oh that's R.A.
But homie he don't play play
With the fam street sweeper get sprayed with the AK
If you know em then you know you never know em
Always switching up the style and as my third eye always growin
Big bank Danny Ocean double back if it's kosher
Make a sequel to a sequel
How you really know it's over it's over
Credits
Writer(s): Erick Hurt
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