Noochie Nuglet - ENVY ME

Tell me why they envy me
Tell me why they envy me
What's with all this jealousy
People that I used to love, say they wanna kill me
I don't wanna murder one, that's just an old me
Fuck all that scary shit, time to make you feel me
Bitch, you better kill me
I might pull up with some killers and handle that business
I did it, I did it
I know my grams looking down just to hear her one time be a hell of a feeling
I'm trying to drank this pain away
I pop me a perc, yeah I did
When you losing everybody you love, it's hard to hide how you feel
Had to get me a plate, I was starving
We were hustling out them apartments
Fucked around and I took me some losses
Had a nigga contemplating on robbing
If I say I love you nigga, I got you
I swear and I'm putting my all in
Swear I'm tired of losing all of my niggas dawg, to the state of the coffin
Fuck all that pussy shit, I was selling that dope at my mama house
Had some beef with some niggas around the corner, so I put that pistol on my mama couch
Niggas talking my murder, they talking my robberies
Just know I ain't going for that
Niggas say that they want it, you know that I'm on it
Boy, I put your family in black
But a nigga ain't got time for that
Run up a check and go cop me a Benz
Cut off the ones who wasn't really my friends
No more doing push-ups in the pen
If I rap about it, then nigga I did
Niggas ain't real and they know what they did
Niggas gon' feel all the pain that I feel
I want revenge , Im just keeping it real
Mama praying for me late at night at church
Got my CDL, she think I'm at work
I'm on I-10, nigga, with the work
Police pulled me over, I can't stand the search
If I make it back, I'ma make it twerk
Young nigga trying to run up a mill
Matter of fact, man, I take it back
I don't need all y'all folks in my biz
Tell me why they envy me
What's with all this jealousy
People that I used to love say they want to kill me
I don't want a murder one
They're just an old me
Fuck all that scary shit
Time to make you feel me
A bitch, you better kill me
I might pull up with some killers and handle that business
I did it, I did it
I know my grams looking down just to hear her
One time be a hell of a feeling
I'm trying to drank this pain away
I pop me a Perc, I did it
When you losing everybody, your love gets harder
How you feel
I'ma stand on it
I ain't trying to put my hands on you
Nigga play, I drop them bands on watch my lil nigga straight crash on you
When he catch a slip, he gon' mash on you
Do the dash on you, get the cash on you
Better have your little can on you
Tell my nigga, stand at attention
Ain't no time to go back to prison
Gotta grind and get it, gotta really flip it
In the kitchen, trying to whip a Bentley
Fucked around and slipping, bought a Honda Civic
I was broke with no pot to piss in
Sleeping in the car, fucking with these bitches
Fed talking Rico, I went in incognito
Peeping out the peephole with a pistol
Shawty lie, got me on the run
Send me back to jail, now I'm looking dumb
Everything I had, man, a nigga spun
Did that time in prison, now my sin is done
Lost two cars, lost one house
Lost 12 bands, about three broads
Street, nigga, and I'm still getting it
I ain't got a front, but you rap, boys
ON GANG

Written by:
DEREK COOPER

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