The Art of Ambition by Jet 2 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Get it where you fit in
This world's full of shit just as long as you shittin'
Million dollar mission
Lights low, write slow, no time for bitches
So I don't write, few takes just spit it
Chasing after money, ain't trying to be forgotten
When you ain't got shit, bitches feel that you could rotten
It's a nasty game, but when you're in you can't stop it
So I'm trying to make my presence felt like a red stocking
Niggas ballin' out trying to keep my stacks stocked in
I do it for the pain, I gives a damn about a profit
Hip-Hop's prophet led by emotion
I'm in the fourth quarter just going for the closing
In the four hundred trying to keep my stride open
Hurdling over the niggas that just wanna see you broken
In the eight hundred trying to set the pace
Niggas trying to break records, I ain't trying to place
[Verse 2]
What the fuck's the game coming to?
Full of broken promises
Got a bunch of souls that they sold for minor accomplishments
Trying to be different
A world full of darkness can't put out a single candle
I glow when I'm spittin'
Mind's eye is always open, mine's open when I'm spittin'
Lose and be like them or be different
That's a hell of a decision, but heaven is the mission
And Earth is just a waiting room, now which one are you picking?
Probably never took sides, but now you gotta make commitments
And for the price of fame, Jet you gotta make decisions
Either continue living the way that you're living
Or you could have it all whenever you wanna spend it
Yeah, I hear your offer, but fuck it, I'mma get it by myself, nigga
I'mma keep my soul, I don't need your help, nigga
As God be my right hand witness
I'mma change the game through the art of ambition
[Verse 3]
Let it rain down on me, fuck an umbrella
Thunder on the industry, I hope the shit hit 'em
I hope they take their lies and everything they shit with 'em
And the serpents in the grass joke on their own venom
And 2Pac said it best, Hail Mary, nigga
And I hope the hail drop down on every nigga
That's a part of it
And only part of it's successful because no one paid attention
But if everybody sees, then everything will change
And I'mma open they eyes, vending machine the game, nigga
Come get me if you find me
And if you do, bitch they can always rewind me, nigga
Easy to fool what the eye can't see
But I pick you niggas off- I-N-T, nigga
When the land is blind, the man with one eye is king
But when they all see, one eye ain't shit, nigga
Get it where you fit in
This world's full of shit just as long as you shittin'
Million dollar mission
Lights low, write slow, no time for bitches
So I don't write, few takes just spit it
Chasing after money, ain't trying to be forgotten
When you ain't got shit, bitches feel that you could rotten
It's a nasty game, but when you're in you can't stop it
So I'm trying to make my presence felt like a red stocking
Niggas ballin' out trying to keep my stacks stocked in
I do it for the pain, I gives a damn about a profit
Hip-Hop's prophet led by emotion
I'm in the fourth quarter just going for the closing
In the four hundred trying to keep my stride open
Hurdling over the niggas that just wanna see you broken
In the eight hundred trying to set the pace
Niggas trying to break records, I ain't trying to place
[Verse 2]
What the fuck's the game coming to?
Full of broken promises
Got a bunch of souls that they sold for minor accomplishments
Trying to be different
A world full of darkness can't put out a single candle
I glow when I'm spittin'
Mind's eye is always open, mine's open when I'm spittin'
Lose and be like them or be different
That's a hell of a decision, but heaven is the mission
And Earth is just a waiting room, now which one are you picking?
Probably never took sides, but now you gotta make commitments
And for the price of fame, Jet you gotta make decisions
Either continue living the way that you're living
Or you could have it all whenever you wanna spend it
Yeah, I hear your offer, but fuck it, I'mma get it by myself, nigga
I'mma keep my soul, I don't need your help, nigga
As God be my right hand witness
I'mma change the game through the art of ambition
[Verse 3]
Let it rain down on me, fuck an umbrella
Thunder on the industry, I hope the shit hit 'em
I hope they take their lies and everything they shit with 'em
And the serpents in the grass joke on their own venom
And 2Pac said it best, Hail Mary, nigga
And I hope the hail drop down on every nigga
That's a part of it
And only part of it's successful because no one paid attention
But if everybody sees, then everything will change
And I'mma open they eyes, vending machine the game, nigga
Come get me if you find me
And if you do, bitch they can always rewind me, nigga
Easy to fool what the eye can't see
But I pick you niggas off- I-N-T, nigga
When the land is blind, the man with one eye is king
But when they all see, one eye ain't shit, nigga