Jealousy

[Intro: Red 100]
Man these niggas ain't living this shit man
Red 100
Humming with Sasquatch with lean
Freebeet on the beat

[Chorus: Lon Gotti]
I might fuck around and do a felony (a felony?)
Cause I ain't buying what you niggas selling me
Plus one of my niggas try and tell on me
Swisher full of celery cause all I see is jealousy, jealousy

[Verse 1: Lon Gotti]
A-a-a-all these bitches scandalous, most these niggas jealous
Them niggas ain't my fellas, they just want my relish
Just me and my weapons, so they say I'm selfish
But I was trained a killer, I could never help it
Swisher after swisher trynna clеar my mind
FEDs taking pictures, peaking through my blinds
But I won't let thеse bitches knock me off my grind
Meanwhile I know some niggas plotting my demise
Jealousy
Smoking on this celery
Trynna increase my salary
Down for that felony, you fuck niggas stay mad at me
Plotting, trynna tell on me
I'm something like that clothing line, huh
I do it LRG

[Chorus: Lon Gotti]
I might fuck around and do a felony
Cause I ain't buying what you niggas selling me
Plus one of my niggas try and tell on me
Swisher full of celery cause all I see is jealousy
I might fuck around and do a felony
Cause I ain't buying what you niggas selling me
Plus one of my niggas try and tell on me
Swisher full of celery cause all I see is jealousy

[Verse 2: Red 100]
Copped three on a pill, so you know I gotta grind
Now you're thugging in these streets with that paper on my mind
In this field I'm a beast, fuck a piece, I want that pot
Stay in traffic
Moving patches
Get it cracking on the side
M-m-mashing for my rations
Pimp a ratchet till I die
Yeah I'm taxing on these drugs
And these percs they go for nine
Fli-fli-flipping methadones with your momma on that diet
Gri-gri-gritting all alone, dudes are singing like the choir
Don't type reckless on my phone cause I'll think it's tapped and wired
FEDs is watching so I'm plotting like my last name MacGyver
Getting bread, I ain't stopping, just my circle getting tighter
Misled as a team, just got a little wiser
Fucking pops a dope fiend, but my father's a fighter
Free my nigga Torrance 50 years that's on the Bible
Free my nigga Laurence, man it's all about survival
Fuck what you're saying
Northwest how I'm riding

[Chorus: Lon Gotti]
I might fuck around and do a felony
Cause I ain't buying what you niggas selling me
Plus one of my niggas try and tell on me
Swisher full of celery cause all I see is jealousy

[Verse 3: Lon Gotti]
F-f-f-forgive me Lord, I know I'm so stuck in my ways
I'm a young hood nigga, all I know is crime pays
I've been posted in the trap, serving deuces and some trays
Stacking, hit the mall and copped some Forces and some Js
Never let that drama stress me, puff on Super Lemon Haze
Knowing if the popo catch me, they gon' throw me in the cage
All these niggas love to hate me, they can't put me in my place
Say some niggas hollering 'bout me, they won't say it to my face
It's a shame
How some niggas got business in they veins
I ain't fazed
I was taught to keep that pistol on my waist
I won't change, I'm a gangsta man, that's just how I was raised
I just pray, I don't have to send a nigga to his grave

[Chorus: Lon Gotti]
I might fuck around and do a felony
Cause I ain't buying what you niggas selling me
Plus one of my niggas try and tell on me
Swisher full of celery cause all I see is jealousy