Envy (Sep 30th Part 2)

You know, ay, I know pop gon' feel this shit for sure

Look how they try to count me out

Look how they try to count me out, but I say no

I done seen so much, but if they ask me, I say no

You don't think I peep out with the jail, they throw my flow and shit

I got out the cans, still cause hell, I know you noticed it

I keep blinking on my side, 'cause I know they out to get me

I can't trust my own guys, I'm starting to think **** envy

Remember when we'd go out the robbin' I'd look out for these ****

You just ain't ****, they ain't wanna slide with me when I was in my feelings

Uh, uh, uh

You just ain't ****, they ain't wanna slide with me when I was in my feelings

You just ain't, they ain't wanna slide with me

Movin' goofy like you ain't know that they want your head

Everything I did was for the changes

Really stood on me, whenever you went to slide, I'd go with you

**** know I slid, and you can't name a time, I ain't tow pistol

**** know I did

We was command crimes, me a little tone, really just misled

Ain't nobody cry when we took losses, and I know the feeling

Don't let your pride get in the way, and I hope you listen

Lil' bro just drive and get away, we lockin' in

We lockin' in, huh

Bro, just drive and get away

We lockin' in, huh, lil' bro, just drivin'

We lockin' in, huh, lil' bro just drivin' get away

We lockin' in, huh

I remember times I call your phone, I ain't got no pot to piss in

I ain't answer my phone, I was out creepin' on my opposition

And I see my auntie on them drugs, fuck up my cousin, he

Picked up a gun, I found out they wanted my cousin, he

And when we finna play tag, I swing this dick in your lil' brother, he

And I ain't finna do no talkin' with this ho, let me get between your legs

And she say, can I hate the way you actin'?

I ain't growin' with no daddy, bitch, I'm active

I hop out the car, get on his ass

Oh, yeah, it's my bed all practices

Oh, yeah, I got off that drink, that shit wasn't workin' yet

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I mean, this bitch, I'm right

It's kinda hard, mama, it's hard

Right now, it's hard for me to focus

I'm low, I'm still gon' blow this bitch, they tired of me

My little brother gon' rock out 'til he's late right beside me

Remember, mama said, don't get through, I still bustin' up with my cousin Rodney

Yeah, my mama said, "Don't do drug dealing, no game, ain't no robbin'"

We movin' goofy like you ain't know that they want your head

Everything I did was for the chances, but they still don't be

Whenever you went to slot, I go with you

**** know I slid, and you can't name a time, I ain't so pissed too

**** know I did