Sean C - Jealousy lyrics

[1st Verse] n***a every time you see man You know you want to be me Ain't you can't deny the fact that this fat n***as fly Went from Sergio to Kenny To moving them Lamborghini's Got you sick to your stomach Now you ask yourself why n***a, Crack was the first You seem em in red monkeys And I bet you didn't k now that they came in my size Now its highly controversial if you find me in commercial And you know that G five's the only way that we fly Now I'm feeling like Pharrell and Snoop The world beautiful Brazilian, Columbian chicks You know the usual Them n***as over there please send them some bottles Cause they lookin' like some haters I don't really need the problems Cause these n***as here We love to give ketchup We bloody up the whole damn room If you let us And I ain't tryin' to steal I'm just tryin' to chill And like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill n***a [Hook] Jealousy n***a, You's a grown man Why you get so jealous Why you take the stand Jealousy Why you mad at my b**h Cause she wear fly sh** And she push nice whips Jealousy I don't owe you man I don't know you man I never sold you man Jealousy Jealousy Jealousy [2nd Verse] All these n***as jealous Please don't be mad Don't talk to them boys Bring up my past Don't tell em bout the Macks that I stashed in the gra** And that ten mill terror squad Start up cash I'm a law abiding citizen I barely smoke blunts, now We into real estate We f**in with Donald Trump now When you know who Told them boys what I been rappin for years all of a sudden I'm hot Cause the only time you see me is probably when I'm on TV Smokin the cohiba on the deck of my yacht n***a you could never be me, though I make it seem easy Only n***a from the Bronx Though Miami's my block Now you got us f**ed up n***a we don't rat We don't talk to them boy's All we do it clap All we do is spill Crys Got that on tap Look at all the sh** I accomplished Not bad for Crack [Hook] [3rd Verse] I'm feeling like Christ at the tabernacle Stones are thrown at me Record labels is hiding n***a's disowning Joey And still I throw rocks at tanks The poor peoples champ Go against locks with shanks Yeah I walk the middle of the streets with no body guards Stick up kid salute the hard body god My jail n***as they love this sh** Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin' this sh** And my n***as on the table Yeah they listen to this Little Coca Little soda Yeah they whipping up sh** And I know it sounds eerie but my n***as better hear me If you speaking on the phones it won't be secret to the jury They hit you wit that Rico I'm not meaning PR I'm talking full scale riots Whole lot of triage And I know you not scared but please be cautious Cause these jealous a** n***as could be walking amongst us [Hook] To my jail n***as To your street memories I know you can hear me now For the record we love you We miss you