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)