Jealousy

[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 fuckin 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 fucked 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