Envy

Verse 1 :

You already know what the fuck is going on man
YCM, Vitry-sur-seine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I don't make excuses
I swear to God I do it
Niggas wanna talk about me
I swear to God I swept them

OK dawg
Man's so poor, he can't afford a job
We got the money we're flexing on your face
Your niggas so broke, get the fuck off my face

Then I switch lanes, M's in the bank
I got some niggas in pin for the bank
In the VIP section, two bad bitches pull up with thе full drinks

Call me on the road
Casse pas lеs couilles
Man's breaking my balls
Niggas be talking, got nothing to show
I'm on already go, I'm on my shows

I'm from Vitry, Southside
Y'all niggas wanna play
Y'all niggas wanna get die

Need my money pronto
Man's so gorilla, straight from the Congo
I'm just landing in T.O., I'm smoking on Gelato

Niggas wanna pop my team, got things to make your case close
Big tuuuh, pow
Independant niggas we runnin' the show
I got the money, them bitches on the floor
Swear to God, these niggas wanna steal my flow

I don't talk to them
Don't fuck with them
Man's wanna steal my flow
I can't just accept them

Boy's so filthy, boy's so envy, boy's so thitsty
Too many Euros on the table, I can't convert it
Used to counting everytime, I swear on my night shift
Niggas wanna pardon me, I swear I can't get that shit

Verse 2 :

Look man I got options
If she’s open, so myself in
She needs new friends, I need more M’s
I play no games, I spend big bands in this bitch

Money moving like a brick (Yeah)
Double M
Money Mitch
No Maybach (Yeah)

Back on my shit in August
No Jada
Call me, iPhone
Smartphone don’t know nothing

Countin’
There is nothing more important
Paper talk like the bible
Put money on the label

Cooking shit from the labo (Yeah)
Young nigga with dreads
I’m just tryna gettin’ paid
Way way way (way up)

100, flipped it
This is how you getting bread
And the nigga gone hate
And the bitches gone take

I do not talk no chit-chat
I’m still waiting on your diss track
Try me, one time
Put niggas in their place

I put niggas in the dirt
Like I just woke up in the grave
Flows coming out of the space

Fuck a bitch, I don’t date
I go straight to it so believe that
She’s rocking Dior on her way
Better ask your bitch where she get that?

100 racks in the safe
Blaike’s told me how to flipped that
Watch yourself just in case
Cause I know JT gonna catch that…YCM

Verse 3 :

I’m holding it down for my team in this relay race, I’m the only front runner
Still screaming out I am the best like there is no other

I’m holding it down for my team in this relay race, I’m the only front runner
Still screaming out I am the best like there is no other
Still tryna fuck the game up bad without using no rubber
And I still got D A R U I printed on my jumper

A lot of niggas getting so brave on the net oh what da bomba ?
I just wanna get paid, hop on a jet then fly down under
The difference from me to them, is they wanna lie and slumber
I was in the rain all summer, did the dirty work call me the plumber

I’ll do worse if you come for my brother
You don’t wanna get smoked like some papers
Get my niggas to strike you like thunder

Took a weekend to fly out to Naples
I met with the plug he just came back from Ghana
He told me the fucking Warzone is outrageous
The people will do anything for the plunder

I’ve been on the road and it’s not been the safest
I’ve been at the bottom I’ve climbed through the stages
I’ve seen niggas hearts go through so many changes
And just like Arya they changed their faces

I ain’t got time to be teaching the basics
My minds on a million I’m stucked in the matrix
I want a million stuffed into the cases
It’s time to get paid cause I’m losing my patience