(Verse 1) These man are only gassed 'cause I'm getting P's now, From the block, I stack the bands, now they're showing grief now. Used to call me a neek, now they wanna shake my hand, See the cheddar in the bag, they don't wanna understand. They're salty 'cause the whip's got tinted screens, Still rolling with the rammy tucked inside my jeans, Man was snitching on the low, that's why their whole team is suss, Talking about they were plugged in, now they're riding on the bus. They see the watch, yeah, the bussdown lookin' icy, Now they're giving man the side-eye, trying to act shiesty. These opps are moving jelly, that's a wasteman move, Tryna catch a man slippin', ain't got nothing to prove. We step correct, always chef a man who's chatting a lot, I got my paper up, now they just wanna snatch what I got. The mandem know the truth, these jokers are paranoia-ridden, They stay vexed 'cause the money they want, I already hid it.
(Hook / Chorus) Jealousy is a madness, it turns their hearts to stone, They see the come-up, the madness, now they feel alone. They want the gains, but they didn't put the work in, So they stay on the pavement, just lurking, never surging. I see the envy in their eyes, that's a dead man's signal, This life ain't nothing but smoke, when the pressure gets critical. I move silent, I move stealthy, watch 'em all get frenzied, 'Cause when you break the cycle, the whole block gets jelly.
(Verse 2) Man are ten-to-one, so I keep the shank on my person, This beef won't stop, the situation keeps worsening. They heard about the moves, the way I flipped the weight, Now they're wishing man the worst, sealed their own fate. They talk bare noise on the net, they're only keypad drillers, Run up on them in the flick, turn 'em into cold killers. Their money's on a drought, yeah, their pockets are dry, While I'm counting big amounts, chilling on a high. You gotta stay grimy when the snakes are preying, Watch your back, 'cause the envy got these fools betraying. They want the life, the steez, the ice around the chain, But they ain't got the guts to stand outside in the rain. They're drip-fed rumors, never seen the real hustle, Stay hungry, stay humble, avoid the inner-city tussle. So keep your distance, watch me prosper from the sidelines, You only see the wins, never the grind of the guidelines.
(Verse 3) They think the glory's free, but they don't see the cost, Paranoia's got me spinning, three times when the ends are crossed. Every move is calculated, every step is bait, I'm trapped inside this kingdom built on pure hate. Can't trust a soul, not even the breddas I came with, This ain't success, it's a cold war that I have to live with.
(Outro) Yeah, they still watching. Jealousy in the Ends, that’s just the code. Still rolling. Still stacked. Dead man's signal.
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