ceeingee – envy lyrics
[intro]
yo, ceeingee f-ckers right here
up on top in the glasgow rap movement, yo
sh-t is hard, yet i’mma be show a red card send ya -ss of the stage if you’re whack
[verse 1]
you f-cking with the big dogs
kickin’ f-ckers who suck c-cks
the microphone’s up for grabs
can we ball? where my dogs?
whats with this financial envy
being involved with all this money
uhh, uhh – gangsta, gangsta
i’mma walk dogs with you dunny
southside pop trunk, that’s what we do
by the many complicated kinds of choices lined in
mothaf-ck you and that fake gangsta sh-t
i sport the wicked grin, cause i was born in sin
bringing out the worst like a hearst in the casket
shy stay busy, hard n-gg- to get at it
so i could pay off all my debt
i live like i could die at any minute
[hook]
all those envy me, i get envy for some too
feel gell all the way, i feel nothing but sometimes do
all those envy me, that’s what people feel when they hear my sh-t
[verse 2]
i make this whole system quiver
cause i’m hard when i deliver
families are torn apart relentless
the sh-t that eats your liver
my name is lowlife
a producer that ruined your life
you witness my growth and saw the progression
jesus christ with a knife
gaining status, there was strength in numbers
from the ghetto’s to the suburbs
it’s priest mothaf-cka, you better get your gun
to another after gun with a rubber
yeah y’all n-gg-s powderpuff, tough cause you powered up
baby dropped her vanity workin that makeup
i choose the fellowship shop
mad dog, all in my cup
but why, why? rush, rush, rush, rush..
.. won’t stop, won’t hush
and a hit was a hit
body armor can’t stop the b-m rush
[hook]
all those envy me, i get envy for some too
feel gell all the way, i feel nothing but sometimes do
all those envy me, that’s what people feel when they hear my sh-t
[verse 3]
you envy me, that’s what you do
what to be jealous of, cause i spit the good lines
rhyme to ya mind, i’ll be the mc that’ll you’ll be dead once as i spit
when you hear me, you’ll sh-t yourself
if you don’t remember me, i’ll whack ya skull to jog your memory
unearthing palaces of dust
go ahead just straight up rydin’!!
cause when i bust
i’ma hit the top
never let an anchor drop
real motherf-ckin n-gg-
right before the bottle pop
vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
p-ss it, something sharp and wicked
but that’s just their body gone
day one i played with her blood
you want the hottest clique on the street
but crash and crave you when you leave
its automatic yeah brotha i get sporadic
because i wanna believe… but i don’t wanna believe
[outro]
yo, low the beat down now man, what
man i said low down the beat now, the track is finished
yo origan man, ha dinero beats yo
origan is the mastering of it, putting my sh-t together with it
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