Jealous

[Intro] (808 Mafia) ('Tino) [Chorus: Fredo Santana] These niggas changed and got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny These niggas changed and got jealous on me [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these bitches Drunk right now, so you know I meant it (808 Mafia) [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] If you know me, then you know, nigga, Chi-town like my second home I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken straight from Rome I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone Nigga, I can't talk right now, nom-nom-nom-nom, got pussy on my tongue I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer Just to fly back home and found out y'all done killed my little brother Shit is fucked up in these streets Why the fuck would I think about some rap beef? Nigga, I got bigger fish to fry now Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep (808 Mafia) Where's my bottle? Money change and people change And people come and people go and act estranged I'm aggravated 'cause they hated Confirmation for success anticipated I could taste it, I could chase it back down with liquor I could drown out my sorrows But I ain't a sorry-ass nigga Get up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks Bitch, get up off your ass, throw it back, back, back Back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack Bitch, I love my hood, I'm strapped up, what's good? Heard someone said (808 Mafia) [Chorus: Fredo Santana] These niggas changed and got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me (808 Mafia) I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny These niggas changed and got jealous on me [Post-Chorus: Fredo Santana] Jealous on me Je-je-jealous on me [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Comin' up, gotta watch who you hang with I'm still with the same niggas I came with On the block with the same niggas I banged with If you ain't talkin' money, I don't know your language I come from that very, very bottom Now I'm gettin' money and I'm seein' stardom My niggas savage, don't start 'em We up them guns if it's a fuckin' problem Money comin' in, don't have money problems Kicked your bitch out 'cause she ain't wanna swallow All these bitches thots, actin' like models Fredo, I'm the king of Chicago Got a 30 and I fill it up with hollows Got bricks and I feel like El Chapo I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit, bitch Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (808 Mafia) [Chorus: Fredo Santana] These niggas changed and got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny These niggas changed and got jealous on me [Outro: Fredo Santana] Jealous on me, jealous on me Je-jealous on me Jealous on me, jealous on me Je-jealous on me Jealous on me, jealous on me Je-je-jealous on me Jealous on me, jealous on me (808 Mafia)