Jealous

Talking about being selfish…
Jealous…
It ain’t about me…
Aye, yuh
Aye, yuh
Aye…
I can not lie, I was jealous
Then I told myself to get it
I don’t see you, Helen Keller
I got the group like Estella
Good Fellas, good fellas
My sausage drip like an umbrella
Please do not try me, you know better
Out the window with the Beretta
I know some niggas that run in yo home
I know some hoes that selling they soul
Serving the block, had to give it then go
Some of them rich, some of them broke
I pull a four just to get in the zone
I beat that nigga Marco with glow
Baddies pull up, tryna smoke all the dope
I let them laugh but that shit not a joke
Wow, raise and shin
Dollar sings, I’m hypnotized
Ride or die, yuh
You got yours, and I got mines
Baby, you stuck (you fucked)
You can’t live if you tried, yuh
Live this life
I sleep when I die
Tell these niggas run it, run it run it, run it, run it, run it
Tell these niggas run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it
I know some niggas that run in yo home
I know some hoes that selling they soul
Serving the block, had to give it then go
Some of them rich, some of them broke
(I'm on the wild side)
(Ain't no fucking with me from the outside)
(Looking in, what you doing for the spotlight)
(Jealousy I seen that shit be all lies)
Marco, unleash (Marco unleash)
Marco a beast (Marco a beast)
The molly, she geek (geek)
That bitch a freak (freak)
Call you my sign (call you a)
Boy that adoption
Is you rapping or robbing
I treat that shit like my side bitch, oh
Flex contest
Niggas devoted unanimous
I walk in, this bitch smelling like cannabis
I got more than the Kylie Jenner contest
Serving traffic like the ambulance
Du-say got me in shenanigans
You not gang boy, you panicking
You freezing up like a mannequin
I can not lie, you look jealous
Stop all that talking, go get it
Hands up, like the reverend
What niggas know by the seven?
Know I’m on it, ain’t' no camping, I’m on running
Leave them jealous in the moment
Show my opponent, they act like they want it
So…
Tell these niggas run it, run it run it, run it, run it, run it
Tell these niggas run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it
I know some niggas that run in yo home
I know some bitches that selling they soul
Serving the block, they give it and go
Some of them rich, some of them broke