[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
