Jealousy Songtext
von Self Scientific

Tellin′ me
Tellin' me
We can take it all down

Hand on the pump, lock, load, ready to dump
You dealin′ with niggas who don't give a fuck
Los Angeles blastin', where you hear the gats hummin′
No, it ain′t nothin' but weed and gangstas comin′
People do a whole lot of evil for dollars

With the heat leanin' out the passenger side of the Impala
A generation of young killers and ballers flossed out
With watches that they can′t pronounce
I'm about Los Angeles streets and Los Angeles freaks
Exclusive nights and new white tees

My name hold weight in the streets, got a way with the beast
The bitches wanna see me do my thing, crown me king
I′m bringin' it back to the west wing of the house
'Cause most of these rap niggas is burnt out
I ain′t thuggin′, I'm positive, but the problem is this


Niggas frontin′ fucked up is what you'll probably get
My conglomerate consists of killers in the mist
Esés, Bloods and Crips and real niggas ′bout they chips
Rock the party, slide off with a grip
Hit the crowd, slide off with a dip
Hit a nigga up, slide you a clip
Now who's underground, bitch?

Tellin′ me
Tellin' me
We can take it all down

I represent Los Angeles a hundred percent
It makes sense, roll with niggas that roll with the fifth
Self signed, Tiffany's, G′s, nigga, you better ask somebody
′Fore you get knocked flat on your ass
I ain't got chiseled abs, but I got a swift jab
And a quick uppercut that′ll buckle your knees up, yeah

I decided to stop playin' with raps
So I′ma start playin' with rap and put my name on the map

The dynamic duo is back
With more golden era influenced rap to ruin that bullshit
We keep the dance floor flooded with hoes


Look, homie, I′m about my digits and O's
Nigga, I rap good, Chase got venomous flows
Walkin' through the club, spillin′ liquor all on my clothes
Blowin′ the thick Backwood smoke out of my nose
Holdin' a big stack of greenbacks for your nose
That nigga Chase got his lean back, ready to go, yo

Tellin′ me
Tellin' me
We can take it all down