Jealous

These niggas changed, they 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 telling on me
 And I don't trust these bitches, they be plotting on me
 Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie
 Niggas say they real, but they acting funny
 These niggas changed and got jealous on me
 I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these bitches
 Drunk right now, so you know I meant it
 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, 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 on 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
 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 can taste it
 I can 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
 Coming 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 talking money I don't know your language
 I come from that very very bottom
 Now I'm getting money and I'm seeing stardom
 My niggas savage, don't start 'em
 We up them guns, if it's a fucking problem
 Money coming in, don't have money problems
 Kicked your bitch out cause she ain't wanna swallow
 All these bitches thots, acting like models
 Fredo, I'm the king of Chicago
 Gotta .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