Jealous - Future

Jealous (Clean Version) - Future (未来小子)
Written by：Nayvadius "Future" Cash/Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke
What its go come in with a verse
The ice on chill shoe game nasty
The bank roll won't even fold
These *s jealous
I can see it in they faces they wanna trade places
These *s jealous
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
These *s jealous
Haters coming faster then I ever seen them come before
Racks on racks they say I was a one hit wonder where I go
To the top where I belong I'm from the corner slanging stones
20 mixtapes in a year you know the type of sh*t I'm on
Fly sh*t only that's just the code that I live by
Tell me I can't do it it won't work and I'ma still try
Try to hold me back and doubted me they did it several times
You can never underestimate a ni**a like my kind
I'm a rebel I'm a warrior and I'll destroy ya
All these dues I paid you go need more than a judge of lawyers
You put my back against the wall I'm a come out standing tall
Drive real fast cars rags to riches
They hate to see the type of sh*t that we on
The ice on chill shoe game nasty
The bank roll won't even fold
These *s jealous
I can see it in they faces they wanna trade places
These *s jealous
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Money multiplying soon flatline
Yall *s can't even see me in the daytime
Bank America on speed dail I'm eatin' now
Stacking every penny just incase I go to war with yall
I'm just a young hood ni**a with a lot of class
I'm swagging you *s body bags
You see the way I perform these girls is loving my charm
I love my city and they love me back
My chain looking like a camera when it flash
I'm hungry for that money and I'm getting cash
I'm in that big body with 200 on the dash
Drive real fast cars rags to riches
They hate to see the type of sh*t that we on
The ice on chill shoe game nasty
The bank roll won't even fold
These *s jealous
I can see it in they faces they wanna trade places
These *s jealous
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You want that hermes sh*t I got it for ya
You want that ysl I got it for ya
I went from rags to riches and now I'm spoiled
I know some Freeband Gang *s who loyal
They said we wouldn't be sh*t but some finessers
Now we pulling up in them fully loaded compressors
And now the tables have turned I moved on
It ain't no animosity I moved on
And they don't wanna see you make it where I come from
And they don't like it that I'm famous no uh uh
You need to take a look at what I dun become
How many *s you know can turn nothing into something
Drive real fast cars rags to riches
They hate to see the type of sh*t that we on
The ice on chill shoe game nasty
The bank roll won't even fold
These *s jealous
I can see it in they faces they wanna trade places
These *s jealous
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah