Fredo Santana - Jealous Lyrics
Hook:These niggas changed, they got jealous on meTry to rob, I got that felon on meI can’t leave the country cause I’m a felon homieAnd I don’t trust these niggas, they be telling on meAnd I don’t trust these *****es, they be plotting on meEverybody ain’t real, you gotta watch homieNiggas say they real, but they acting funnyThese niggas changed and got jealous on me.[Kendrick Lamar:]I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t trust these *****esDrunk right now, so you know I meant itIf you know me then you know nigga Chi-town like my second homeI done flew a private jet for some Harold’s Chicken striahgt from RomeI don’t bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone“Nigga I can’t talk right now, got ***** on my tongue”I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summerJust to fly on my brain, I been gone all summerJust to fly back home and found out y’all done killed my little brotherShit is *****ed up on these streetsWhy the ***** would I think about some rap beef?Nigga I got bigger fish to fry nowEmpty out my account and I’ll pay for sleepWhere’s my bottle?Money change and people change and people comeAnd people go and act estrangedI’m aggravated cause they hated, confirmation for successAnticipated, I can taste itI can chase it back down with liquorI could drown out my sorrowsBut I ain’t a sorry ass niggaGet up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks*****, get up off your ass, throw it back back backBack inside my ‘Bach, back in a garage that we can jack***** I love my hood, I’m strapped up, what’s good?Heard someone said.Hook:These niggas changed, they got jealous on meTry to rob, I got that felon on meI can’t leave the country cause I’m a felon homieAnd I don’t trust these niggas, they be telling on meAnd I don’t trust these *****es, they be plotting on meEverybody ain’t real, you gotta watch homieNiggas say they real, but they acting funnyThese niggas changed and got jealous on me.[Fredo Santana:]Coming up, gotta watch who you hang withI’m still with the same niggas I came withOne the block with the same niggas I banged withIf you ain’t talking money I don’t know your languageI come from that very very bottomNow I’m getting money and I’m seeing stardomMy niggas savage, don’t start ‘emWe up them guns, if it’s a *****ing problemMoney coing in, don’t have money problemsKicked your ***** out cause she ain’t wanna swallowAll these *****es thots, acting like modelsFredo, I’m the king of ChicagoGotta.30 and I fill it up with hallowsGot bricks and I feel like El ChapoI’m the shit, I’m the shit, I’m the shit *****Since I’m a rich nigga, I need a rich *****.Hook:These niggas changed, they got jealous on meTry to rob, I got that felon on meI can’t leave the country cause I’m a felon homieAnd I don’t trust these niggas, they be telling on meAnd I don’t trust these *****es, they be plotting on meEverybody ain’t real, you gotta watch homieNiggas say they real, but they acting funnyThese niggas changed and got jealous on me.
