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Jet 2
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Nightmares Come True
First, let me start by saying I'm amazing 'Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion With the patience of a winner, I'll be ripping through your chains Make change for a nigga, take a nigga out the bang Make a vein for a nigga, I'll be dripping out the pain Think I might've gone insane But they like 'that Jet's gorgeous' Dealing with a poor case that I didn't start 'Cause my ex too slick, trying to ride two sticks Now I'm stuck in court Bitch better have my money like Rihanna 'Cause I promise I'll be coming for the drama Ain't a threat, no this a promise I want every single comma, I'm a scholar Went to school for pharmacy, I could've been a doctor But instead, I'm a rasta, dreadlocks A stand up guy, boy you better fix your posture Toss you in the pasta, trying to act cool When you couldn't win an Oscar Rock
I'm dreaming for a trillion But I know that nightmares come true too So you know what I'mma do to you
For the loot
I'm dreaming for a trillion
Martin Luther, Malcolm X, and Nelson Mandela Thinking peace, power, respect, dignity forever Feeling like the Bob Marley of our generation I'm a legend forever or for whatever duration It's a celebration when I'm on the mic Like RockstarTuNE when he on the bike Bet I'm on a roll when I handle bars Don't make me have to open up a can on y'all I mean, if it's a Grammy, double whammy From the Jungles all the way to the Inglewood Family Crips and the Essés All the uglies and the baddies call me baby like they had me Trying to heal me with the green, Piccolo and Dendé I ain't talk Louisiana when I throw up L.A Feeling like I own a medley Feeling like I own a med-shop I don't even smoke that tree I don't even smoke that whew But my homies tell you where the dope at Get it off the block in the cul-de-sac Buy a dime bag, get a quarter-back But I ain't promoting that I'm just trying to live good, show you I'm a beast too I'm just trying to rip the beat, and I made the beat too Hi, the name is Jet 2 and it's nice to meet you Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
If you on the bull, I can see it 'cause you're see through If it's like groceries, I ain't gon' eat you
Even if you're Jhené Aiko
Girl, that's a treat, make it seem like I need to Matter of fact, instead, I'mma feed you
I'm dreaming for a trillion But I know that nightmares come true too So you know what I'mma do to you For the loot I'm dreaming for a trillion
J-E-double-T-double-U-O Whatever number you're on This is never what you want Get 'em and double the code Sentences covered in gold All you gotta do is tell me go, and then I'mma G-O Yeah, sort of like De Janeiro, I'm Rio Word to the brothers checking with their P.O I be making music you can feel Give it all for free though Till it lays chips like Fritos So sick of love songs feeling like Ne-Yo Dressed in my John Lennon, looking like the Beetles Game make her say Aye like Davido Girl, that is not yo' cheese, that Dorito Me, Pac before the shots, Queen Latifa Or Vivica, I set it off They give me heat, I sweat it off No sweat at all, I just jet off Bet I'mma make it if I bet y'all I drive slow Success at the door with a Corvette though I like those
Success, Grammy award winner in every post Rip every track, I'm Marion Jones I never relax, I'd rather be on I'd rather be gone And y'all don't even be noticing the way I be flowing I'm on it
I'm dreaming for a trillion But I know that nightmares come true too So you know what I'mma do to you For the loot I'm dreaming for a trillion
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