Envy and Jealousy

I'm telling you envy and jealously
Yeah I'm the shit is you smelling me
If it's smoke in this bitch we inhaling it
"Foe" nem froze on a lick what you telling me
Nah I refuse to believe it
Stay to myself while I'm meeting new people
I'm good with the first, well we streaming a sequel
We grew up together that don't mean we equal
Aw nah

If I make a call to big bro, and I tell him to go, then he picking the blicks' up
I ain't talking by branches off trees
Momma came in house she say boy put them sticks up
It was come niggas who with us
Now they out to get us
I found out they switched up
And they think that I'm riding around wit lineman
The way that we picking yo' blitz up
I'm from the north, but I'm move to the south
I cane through and I turnt the whole city up
And niggas be hating cause they bitches want us
All on us, don't hate that we lit bruh
Won't leave me alone, steady calling my phone
Don't be mad cause you getting yo' bitch fucked
They watch and they envy
Know they out to get me
Real niggas you know that we clicked up

I been on since a youngin'
Never been new to nothing
Pockets filled wit blue hundreds
Ain't stopping until it's accomplished
Whole crew used to bumping
Crazy you think we ain't jumping
Nigga to old for bumping
Nowadays get to dumping
Body hot, blood rushing
Catch a opp' give 'em the thunder
Nowadays get to letting it spray
I ain't "2K" I ain't got time to play

Play with Brodie you can die any day
Come and show me
I don't care what you say
If you want it then you know where I stay
Fuck what he say we invading his place
Tough on the net, but he hiding his face
Catch him lacking and we closing the case

I'm telling you envy and jealously
Yeah I'm the shit is you smelling me
If it's smoke in this bitch we inhaling it
"Foe" nem froze on a lick what you telling me
Nah I refuse to believe it
Stay to myself while I'm meeting new people
I'm good with the first, well we streaming a sequel
We grew up together that don't mean we equal
Aw nah

Where the money at, I gotta run it up
I'll be on my grind until the sun come up
I won't text her back cause I'm done with her
I'ma fuck her friend and made fun of her
Fuck all the opps, everyone of them
Why you talk like that, you ain't one of them
Couple bad hoes, I lost some of them
Now they hit my phone, don't want none of them
My swag on fleek
I'm stressing I'm mad unique
Tell Brodie to pass the weed
Run up a couple bags in a week
Gotta make sure my family eat
Gotta make sure my friends eat too
He a killer come show me the proof
Call my killer you know what he do Aw nah



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Writer(s): Jeremiah Holmes
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