Nightmares Come True - Jet 2

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 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

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

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