[1st Verse]
 [bad word] every time you see man
You know you want to be me
Ain't you can't deny the fact that this fat niggaz fly
Went from Sergio to Kenny
To moving them Lamborghini's
Got you sick to your stomach
Now you ask yourself why
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
And you know that 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 niggaz over there please send them some bottles
Cause they lookin' like some haters
I don't really need the problems
Cause these niggaz here
We love to give ketchup
We bloody up the whole [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 

 [bad word] 
Jealousy
 [bad word]  You's a grown man
Why you get so jealous
Why you take the stand

Jealousy
Why you mad at my [bad word] 
Cause she wear fly [bad word] 
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 niggaz 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 grass
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 [bad word] with Donald [bad word] 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
 [bad word] you could never be me, though I make it seem easy
Only [bad word] from the Bronx
Though Miami's my block
Now you got us [bad word] up
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] I [bad word] 
Not bad for Crack

 [bad word] 

[3rd Verse]
I'm feeling like Christ at the tabernacle
Stones are thrown at me
Record labels is hiding
 [bad word] #39;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 niggaz they love this [bad word] 
Yeah they sharpen up they shanks while they bumpin' this [bad word] 
And my niggaz on the table
Yeah they listen to this
Little Coca
Little soda
Yeah they whipping up [bad word] 
And I know it sounds eerie but my niggaz better hear me
If you  speaking on the phones it wont 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 [bad word] niggaz could be walking amongst us

 [bad word] 

To my jail niggaz
To your street memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record we love you
We miss you