(money)

There she go

They be like 

There she go, yeah

There she go,

There she go, there she go

There she go

They be like

There she go

There go the Jett 

There go the Jett

[. . . get (money)

You the type to wake up everyday, waste time, and try not to get no (money)

Money is the root of all evil to survive in these streets,

We all gotta still chase (money)

It was a couple times they tried to book me for a show and tried not to pay me my (money)

(There go the Jett)

(Aye Fwea-Go, turn me up)]

First off I say . . . these . . . 

If I got a problem I’ll let a . . . know 

Young dadda 

I ain’t pick, I was chose 

Ion gotta flex 

These is regular clothes 

Still imma step 

. . . bad to the toe 

There go the Jett 

They be like there she go 

You don’t gotta check 

‘cause you already know 

Look let’s make a bet 

They be . . . with the flow 

I got the liquor & tree 

where the fie ?

Backwood chief  

I got smoke in my eye 

I’m one of one 

It’s no other like I 

Baby let’s float

I’m just feelin' so fly 

Pump in the trunk

If you need some assistance 

Last time we . . .

. . . come pick up your feelings 

I done had enough

Imma start with no dealings

I ain’t tryna do nothing I already been did 

6 / 17 / 01 

The beginning 

If I ever opened up to you

I really meant it 

You gone play with me 

& Ima leave yo . . . dented 

Buss down thottiana 

Send ha to the dentist 

Just know if I start something 

Imma finish 

Ion wanna lead you on with false hope and wishes 

I feel like I’m underwater 

Swimming with the fishes 

I ain’t even talk about the . . . 

‘cause it’s bidness 

I can see you can’t tell 

I’m on a mission 

I never compare 

So I see no competition 

Background noise what I mean 

Pay attention 

They gone listen to me 

But I know they ain’t gone get it 

This some Black . . .  

So he can’t believe it’s pretty 

I ain’t from the city 

Wanna see yo . . . & . . .  

Ion never say his real name 

We call him Smitty 

Like cause how he do it so polite 

But he get litty 

I put this 165 

On his 250 

Left just like a Phantom with no manners 

Now he miss me 

My understanding if I want it 

I can get it 

Like what’s the plan 

you gotta tell me what’s the vision 

He call me hard headed 

‘cause I don’t listen 

. . . tryna mud bed him 

Fingers itching 

I hate internet . . . with the . . .

Ion . . . around

prolly why he pitchin . . . fits 

Put him on the back of my bike 

On some . . . 

My name Jett if did forget to mention 

Really miss my . . .  

How the . . . you caught a sentence 

Do what the . . . I want 

with no permission 

& I swear from here on out 

The best given 

Finna turn up & do everything they didn’t 

Jett Hera one of the greats                   

My pay pending 

I got this . . . on lock

I stay with it

Smoke my joint, get high 

As his fitted 

I plead the fifth & sigh 

‘cause I’m guilty 

I’m on my dirty side 

I’m so filthy 

If I stop this . . . right now

He might kill me 

If I do it three more times 

They might feel me 

Rook right now 

A vet what I will be 

In due time I'll shine 

They might envy 

I can show you who I are 

Like the real me 

There she go

They be like 

There she go, (uhh)

There she go,

they be like

There she go, there she go

There go the Jett

There go the Jett

There go the, There go the Jett 

There go the Jett (ha)

That . . . go . . . hard

. . . get (money)

You the type to wake up everyday, waste time, and try not to get no (money)

Money is the root of all evil to survive in these streets,

We all gotta still chase (money)

It was a couple times they tried to book me for a show and tried not to pay me my (money)

They had me . . . up

Lemme knock this . . . in reverse right quick though

. . .

Lemme talk my . . . real quick

Matter fact it won’t be quick

Only time I make it quick is when I’m hittin’ licks & sniping . . ., might slap a . . . for tryna set a . . . up and . . .

We not the same

Boy I ride ‘round with shooters

Shells slap you up cross the face when I shoot ya

Funeral

Pick you up

Leave you in coolers

Still love Mickey Mouse ‘cause I’m calling on Toodles

I am a cheat code

I’ll spin yo block, hit yo top and leave the scene red like Doritos

This Finding Nemo

Except they gone find yo . . . dead

Celebrate like I hit the casino