Peanut Butter

I get jealous, I'm jelly
And that's my peanut butter
We keep our bread fresh
Best when wrapped in plastic covers
I'm not a rapper, nah, trap is not my genre
If I write a classic, freshman class would probably pass it on
I'm here to be a pain in the ass, sat on glass
I can't be shattered
Like I've been huffing gas, keep laughing, I'm Mr. Taffy
My baby says I'm sweet, I got bitterness in my teeth
I don't say everything I think, raise my voice when I feel the need
Now that loud's up in your speakers, I'm coming like the police
So I hope you've got lighter sneakers, you'd better get on your feet
I realize I'm stuck in my real life
I'm trying to feel like I'm working the field right
But, I'm just waiting for my cut
I've been busy living, giving time away & all for what?
A check, never kept cause my bills are piling up
I digest stress, yes
Still thinking about my lunch

I get jealous, I'm jelly
& That's my peanut butter
We keep our bread fresh
Best when wrapped in plastic covers
I know you're there
I feel you staring
Remain aware, you'd think someone scared me
Refrain from error, something must've prepared me
I'm taking care, Drake would probably think it jams. Kendrick, on the other hand, would say it's deeper than what I'm saying
I'm trying to understand

I get jealous
I get jealous
I’m saying I get jealous
We keep our bread fresh
Best when wrapped in plastic covers
Well, I get jealous
I’m saying I get jealous
I hate when I get jealous