Envy

Dear Lord, why they envy me? Middle fingers to my enemies

Top down, I love to see the hate

Gettin' bags in a major way

I done seen bridges burn in the jungle, baby

I'm a product if the slum trap nigga, baby

In the slum with the hustlers and the gunners, daily

Cut the head off a snake before I let him snake me

I look my demons face to face in the mirror, baby

Hey, runnin', and I don't even care if they see it comin'

They blitz me and I'm a gunner, if 12 come, I'm a bum

You fumble, they ain't gon' want you

They score on you, they gon' touch you

And over here, we don't punt, I don't care if it's 4th and 100

Feel, don't do no bumpin', you better put up some numbers

Them steppers play every summer, nigga, and winter

Texas nigga, stretch ya over to breakfast and dinner

Keeper, I just hit a bitch, I need a bread winner

Choppa shot retarded like that special ed nigga

Seen your head spinner, bet I put some lead in him

A brain dead nigga, especially when the meds in him

Dead, that shit end up dead, nigga

Tell them puppies, fuck it up

You know I'm mixin' acetone with ether

I can't believe that nigga said, go and check on your people

Six feet, it ain't enough, we goin' deeper

And I've been on their front lines since I had on the beeper

You know that 8-8-12, hold 30 shells, call a sweeper

But hold a pair of hearts, and the riders name the reaper

Tell them I mean everything I said

When you kill him, make him beg

Have his family members sayin', oh, Lord

Prayin', holdin' candles in their hands

While the cameraman said, you'll never ever play with them boys

This nigga better stand on what you said

Nigga, I don't wanna hear it

You can have that conversation with God

Soul filled with hurt, spirit full of love

Still get it out the mud, leave churches, sell drugs

Jesus covered me in blood, but I'm mixed with the mud

Grace is when the Lord give you shit you don't deserve

I know I'm gangsta, cause when shit got gangsta

Start dumpin' without thinkin'

All the smokers think I'm famous

Sleepin' on the floor and my bed was a blanket

Youngin' jump off the porch and them niggas left him stanking

Movin' on through these trenches

Where niggas hang out like wet clothes

Jump fly, I jump the pilot

We crash as soon as this jet close

Niggas be out here huffin' and puffin'

They blowin' shit down

Niggas talkin', they standin' on shit

I get niggas sit down

Conversation ain't for me

I'm here to beat niggas up and dip

Look Bitch I'm here to trip

Slip, get flipped, slumped inside the whip

Better know with this chapter

We on a different page

Try me, have it, smokin' like a sage

I developed a sense of nature of patience for these haters

By doin' what only matters

And killin' you niggas later

My presence is a mouth to paper, only

Yeah, it be hard to shake them demons off me

Gotta get that shit up off me

Cause shit be costly

Niggas salty off the dribble

And shit condone the violence

Go tell them 30 was with him

In a stolen dirty Chevy

With a cup of dirty pistols

Off the rip shit, we gon' rip him

And kill him, it's God willing

Dear Lord, why they envy me? Middle fingers to my enemies

Top down, I love to see the hate

Gettin' bags in a major way

I done seen bridges burn in the jungle, baby

I'm a product if the slum trap nigga, baby

In the slum with the hustlers and the gunners, daily

Cut the head off a snake before I let him snake me

I look my demons face to face in the mirror, baby

I can't help it that my trust fucked up

Scars show no love

Keep your guards up at all times

Love will switch up

If you done seen the shit that I seen

You hard to go numb

A pair of lip will say anything

I don't believe none

I done been down that road

Betrayal turned my heart cold

Can't trust a soul

I'm in tune with the demons

Since its bloods in the chest

Where blood money flow

I had to get it out the mud

Just to stack it

Dear Lord, why they envy me? Middle fingers to my enemies

Top down, I love to see the hate

Gettin' bags in a major way

I done seen bridges burn in the jungle, baby

I'm a product if the slum trap nigga, baby

In the slum with the hustlers and the gunners, daily

Cut the head off a snake before I let him snake me

I look my demons face to face in the mirror, baby