Jealousy

歌詞

[1st Verse] Nigga every time you see man You know you want to be me Ain't you can't deny the fact that this fat niggaz fly Went from Sergio to Kenny To moving them Lamborghini's Got you sick to your stomach Now you ask yourself why Nigga, Crack was the first You seem em in red monkeys And I bet you didn't k now that they came in my size Now its highly controversial if you find me in commercial And you know that G five's the only way that we fly Now I'm feeling like Pharrell and Snoop The world beautiful Brazilian, Columbian chicks You know the usual Them niggaz over there please send them some bottles Cause they lookin' like some haters I don't really need the problems Cause these niggaz here We love to give ketchup We bloody up the whole damn room If you let us And I ain't tryin' to steal I'm just tryin' to chill And like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill Nigga [Chorus] Jealousy Nigga, You's a grown man Why you get so jealous Why you take the stand Jealousy Why you mad at my bitch Cause she wear fly shit And she push nice whips Jealousy I don't owe you man I don't know you man I never sold you man Jealousy Jealousy Jealousy [2nd Verse] All these niggaz jealous Please don't be mad Don't talk to them boys Bring up my past Don't tell em bout the Macks that I stashed in the grass And that ten mill terror squad Start up cash I'm a law abiding citizen I barely smoke blunts, now We into real estate We f**kin with Donald Trump now When you know who Told them boys what I been rappin for years all of a sudden I'm hot Cause the only time you see me is probably when I'm on TV Smokin the cohiba on the deck of my yacht Nigga you could never be me, though I make it seem easy Only Nigga from the Bronx Though Miami's my block Now you got us f**ked up Nigga we don't rat We don't talk to them boy's All we do it clap All we do is spill Crys Got that on tap Look at all the shit I accomplished Not bad for Crack [Chorus] [3rd Verse] I'm feeling like Christ at the tabernacle Stones are thrown at me Record labels is hiding Nigga's disowning Joey And still I throw rocks at tanks The poor peoples champ Go against locks with shanks Yeah I walk the middle of the streets with no body guards Stick up kid salute the hard body god My jail niggaz they love this shit Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin' this shit And my niggaz on the table Yeah they listen to this Little Coca Little soda Yeah they whipping up shit And I know it sounds eerie but my niggaz better hear me If you speaking on the phones it wont be secret to the jury They hit you wit that Rico I'm not meaning PR I'm talking full scale riots Whole lot of triage And I know you not scared but please be cautious Cause these jealous ass niggaz could be walking amongst us [Chorus] To my jail niggaz To your street memories I know you can hear me now For the record we love you We miss you