"Envy Me" lyrics

Hit it with another one
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
Why-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

Grew up wit felons back in juvenile, detention
I know some niggas who got murdered in my trenches
Live they life without a purpose, they can't help it, that's how they get me
Way back since elementary, since we was getting suspended, they gon' envy me

I got blood and brain all on my Jivency jeans
This choppa chop 20 ass men, but ain't no Charleshein
I heard these fuck niggas really wanna kill me
But I can't go like that, gotta make these niggas feel me

Yeah, but one of my hunters take none of my money
I'm ready to gun em, Tre walk em' down, get em'
I put the blitz on an opp ina minute
Beat down they block wit a opp in a blender
This for my young gorilla who still in the bitch slinging pistol
Like it's legal, my youngin that came from nothing
Finna turn up into something
Rum-pum-pum, we drumming

Choppas on choppas, we dumping
You better not do no running
Spin on the block wit a rental
I got to hang out the window wit a Hunnid
If a nigga ever try to stunt me
Hop on him wit that pump, man
Bum, bum, bum, bum, get a run in
Bum, bum, bum, bum, no stuntin'

My dawg cut throat, better run man
Don't tell him I'm fo, get done and
Lil B slang iron, no stuntin'
When I run a bitch back, I'm thumbing
Two toned ro when I come in
The backend good, I'm promise
Put that on my mama, I'm just honest, I gotta-

Grew up wit felons back in juvenile, detention
I know some niggas who got murdered in my trenches
Live they life without a purpose, they can't help it, that's how they get me
Way back since elementary, since we was getting suspended, they gon' envy me

And I hung around some murderers and killers
Like Michael Jackson, we'll turn this bitch to Thriller. (Just like K-rilla).
I'll be damned if I let a nigga kill us
I'll shoot a three like I'm Justin Benner
And that choppa will turn a beef into a whopper
And I'll turn a nigga brain to enchiladas
You better not play wit nan, on my motherfucking partnas
Cause' we'll set this bitch off like I'm Osama

Osama laid out law, carbon 15, better walk em' down, lil Tredae
Call of Duty, wit this uzi, wet em' up, Jacuzzi, lil nigga 3 strap with an AK
Burn em' down with Tre, ay, chopped up, hateway
Body get found in eight day, mayday
Tell em' I'm thuggin, lil nigga, the Tre-way
No 69, can't knock off his face, ayy

Say where were you late, yeah, show me the safe, yeah
Real street nigga, I'll kill you broad day, yeah
Back then, I be rapping all day, yeah
Real street nigga, know I don't play, yeah
To the same n back in the day, yeah
To the same n shoot you in the face, yeah
To the same n ridin with a drac', yeah
Nigga play, then he gotta go today, yeah

Grew up wit felons back in juvenile, detention
I know some niggas who got murdered in my trenches
Live they life without a purpose, they can't help it, that's how they get me
Way back since elementary, since we was getting suspended, they gon' envy me

D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don
D-D-Don Don Don Don Don

Yeah