signs of jealousy lyrics

I sip the lean in the car

My shooter rock out like guitars

Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart

Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars

Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars

I think I landed on Mars

They be hating cause we living large

I sip the lean in the car

My shooter rock out like guitars

Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart

Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars

Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars

I think I landed on Mars

They be hating cause we living large

Why you hating on me?

It is so easy to see

Showing signs of jealousy

And I know it's not meant to be

'Cause you turned to a memory

And you said you was down to ride

But now you're my enemy

Getting money, I'm gone on a chase

Fuck a hoe, I be stacking my cake

I'm no hero, they gave me the K

First place when I finish the race

In her room and she giving me face

When I nut, she gon' give me my space

You a lame so you cannot relate

Hittin' licks, had to hide from the jakes

Crack the code, then I open the safe

Get my money, then go out the way

Charged up, I feel like triple-A

Think she loyal, I'm fucking your bae

Let 'em talk, I don't care what they say

Niggas pussy, be riding my wave

Ain't my nigga, then get off the stage

Kick that boy and they said Johnny Cage

Pom-pom ass nigga

Ol' Uncle Tom ass niggas

Boy, I don't wanna take a picture

All these niggas talking all on Twitter

Talkin' 'bout pulling up with hitters

You a goofy, just look at your image

I'm in the game like a scrimmage

Stack it up, I can't let it diminish

I sip the lean in the car

My shooter rock out like guitars

Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart

Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars

Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars

I think I landed on Mars

They be hating cause we living large

Why you hating on me?

It is so easy to see

Showing signs of jealousy

And I know it's not meant to be

'Cause you turned to a memory

And you said you was down to ride

But now you're my enemy

And now you're my enemy

You said you was down to ride

But you're not a friend of me

In the game like a referee

I'm just getting what's meant for me

And they love to hate all the time

But these niggas pressed on me

And they tryna copy the swag

But they cannot get it from me

In the kitchen with recipes

Money long like a centipede

I got up and got it on my own

Be faited with destiny

And I'ma go get all the money

And do this for my family

• Artist:Lil Skies
• Album:life of a dark rose