Ceeingee - Envy lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Ceeingee f**ers right here Up on top in the Glasgow rap movement, yo sh** is hard, yet I'mma be show a red card send ya a** of the stage if you're whack [Verse 1] You f**ing with the big dogs Kickin' f**ers who s** co*ks 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** you and that fake gangsta sh** 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***a 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** [Verse 2] I make this whole system quiver Cause I'm hard when I deliver Families are torn apart relentless The sh** 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**a, you better get your gun To another after gun with a rubber Yeah y'all n***as 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 bum 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** [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** 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**in n***a Right before the bottle pop Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Pa** 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** together with it