[Intro: Jet 2]
Yeah
I got LuMo with me
I had to get my young Hova on
I had to get my uh uh uh uh uh
(Jet 2, whussaap)

[Verse 1: Jet 2]
What could it be for
The allure of the life of the autograph signin'
And the rapper with the flashy diamonds
Rhyming
While his best quotes are being underlined
Minus the minds
That don't understand the lines
That he is speakin'
And those that don't agree with it
Still wouldn't believe the shit that he's saying
They lose they minds in amazement
They can't believe that he manages to say it
And manages to do it without a manager
And half of the
Reasons that he's rappin' are
Because of the hustle for love
And the love of the game
I love 'em the same
I bet the money won't make me change
Like jackpot
I hit it in a dream while I was sleeping in Vegas
But I woke up
And certainly the dream was vague
But all in all, I play it the same
Whether it's victory
Defeat, or the outcome is a mystery
I sincerely
Believe the word, "success," is just a mirror me
And those that don't believe
Just look at themselves eerily
But uh, where would he be without the faith
That he certainly keeps
Stronger than a gym can make it
With no protein shake for the muscle
My mind is on the hustle
Of either greatness
Or making my dreams a reality
I'm married to the music
And certainly, my lyrics will bury me
Either that, or carry me farther
Than my dreams can fathom, see
I tasted reality, it's nothin'
That my dreams can't chase in this reality
Everything that I'm after seems
Closer each moment
So I'm focused
'Cause the hope is
Waiting on me to hold it and own it
So I'm owning the moments
And momentarily waitin'
Exercising my patience
Understanding my placement
They ain't ready to race this
I fell in love with lady
And I ain't been the same since
Fell in love with music and she saved this
Broken heart
And now I'm 'bout to open hearts
Welcome to the museum
Where you're seeing the most art
To music, I'm Mozart
Painted the same
Picture that changed the frame
Of the still that's worth a thousand words
And every syllable is heard
When I spit it
I swear that this shit is mine
'Cause every line reminds the minds
Why I spit it, now let LuMo get it
[Verse 2: LuMo]
What would it be for
The allure of the encore
As I silence my critics with sold out tickets
To all of my haters, you will one day admit it
My goal is to rile the world and everyone in it
This is my life and I will one day live it
My mind is set for somethin' so exquisite
The sky is the limit
But I'll be back to visit
Life is just a game
For the moments that we're in it
And I am set to win it
I played my cards right and I will finish
I put my chips in it
All or nothin', or nothin' at all
I been through the fires, the storms
And the brawls
Only to learn to get up after I fall
I'm solid like a rock and I'm walkin' tall
I'm on my Kobe game and I'm ready to ball
I'm a king like LeBron
But I never get dunked on
And I am not human, ha, I'm Clingon
But back to the allure, and the motivation
This is real life, not PlayStation
So put a 'X' in the boxes that only apply
And we are not here to play, so realize
Life is just a game, "but why so serious?"
I'm over here joking around, I'm so delirious
Enough with the games
I'm the king and I will reign
I got the whole world to gain
And nothin' to lose
So in whatever I do, I am always a winner
And yes I am a veteran, far from a beginner
So in the genesis of my preeminent being
I am so far ahead of my time I can't be seen
I'm in a race by myself
And I'm chasing my dream