[Lyric] Rooftops (Jet Perry)

[Verse 1: Jet Perry]
Who the fuck said Jet can't spit?
Shout out to all the haters; they can chew on bricks
Shout out to all my skaters doing them kick flips
Turn my shit off if I'm explicit
Hate what rap is: so I bought a set of retro's
Young boy got more tracks than a metro
Hello! They say I should quit: Oh hell no
My lyrics' too fire just to boil
I won't quit rap 'till I'm underneath the soil
An adolescent peasant, grampa' is reverent: so I'm guessin'
Oh lord! My presence is a blessin'
Drive for the salad with the dressing, and the girlies undressin'
I'm your rapper's favorite rapper; matter fact motherfk your favorite rapper
Sinister lyricist, y'all should be feelin' it, and if you ain't feelin' it; feel it in your spirit
And hear this shit

I'm so groovy, I wish i had groupies
I took your girl for lunch, dinner, and a movie
And after all that; I even let her do me
Inside your car, oops, I mean your hooptie
And I don't really like loops unless they're fruity
And I dont really like bitches that are always moody
And I must admit, I've never received a nudie
But I'd rather see them in person than on a screen
I think I'm crazy, I've really really lost it
Don't stop having sex unless she's exhausted
The CT cat, that's just stating facts, trying to make a living off this Hip-Hop/Rap
It's that boom-bap mix with new rap, I'm a stupid cat; but my flow is phat
My black skin isn't why I'm rapping; I happen to be rapping because rapping is my passion
So you ask "Young Jet, you still rap?"
Like I've said before "You're ears must be spoiled, I'm not quitting rap until I'm underneath the soil"

[Bridge: Jet Perry]
Boom, boom, boom, boom-pop
Hear the base bumping from ya motherfucking rooftops
When my crew stops, you gon' see us coming from ya motherfucking rooftops