MoSS - Envy lyrics

[Verse One] [Slaine]: I been down the road of hard luck and heartache with hard eight balls I've seen the men rise and how they fall I shared broke dreams with coke fiends and now they're gone While the self-righteous speak easy on how we're wrong From all angles they're pissed off cause now we're on It's like I went to bed dead and I woke up born It's too many floors and couches that I woke up on I could never count em all but I get choked up When I think of all my dead friends who roped up on h**n sh** I probably shoulda been the doped up con I'm on some spit I rose from the bottom of the pit Beat the sh** out of these beats and beat a problem with the sh** They were saying I'm a beast when my dollars was at zip Now I got myself a grip and they holler I should quit Dudes are co*k s**ing b**hes and they're swallowing my dick Kicking dirt up on my name while they're following my clique They root for you as an underdog, haunt you as a champion Wishing they could be him but they're torn up cause they can't be him That's why they try to smear me when I'm walking with the slanted grin Every time they hear him rhyme a bunch is what their panties in So go and pull your Hanes out the crack of your a** Term and Slaine is the future, you's are back in the past It's undeniable we carry Macs in the back of our back It don't matter if you Latins or crackers and blacks, motherf**er [Chorus:] Jealousy and envy are dumb ones too So Slaine he says nothing, he keeps his cool I feel this jealousy and envy is dumb ones tools So Term he says nothing, he keeps his cool Cause jealousy and envy are dumb ones too So Slaine he says nothing, he keeps his cool I feel this jealousy and envy is dumb ones tools So Term he says nothing, he keeps his cool [Verse Two] [Termanology] I got punchlines like Banks, front line like Hanks Me and Slaine are gonna remain the most hated Cats rocking them B hats to make it And I ain't trying to make this a race thing Cause every color got haters, everybody that hate us For a verse will rush show God exactly what they paid for So tell me what you gotta hate for If you don't like us don't front like you do, just say so So what a life, my gutter life is nothing nice My mother might pray to Christ I don't take your life But I dream hella green and Promethazine Amphetamines, hawkin' spit in Martin Luther's dream I'm on some music sh**, please don't make me shoot the sh** My ludicrous lyrics delivered up some Ruthless Eazy with a sour diesel want to find me sleeping in the parties Probably wanna creep or leave me as a carca** I've been honest I'm an artist, I was hated on since (when?) Since I wrote the hardest novels and I rose from Lawrence I can roll up on your squadron with the tool But Term he says nothing, Term he keeps cool [Chorus:] Jealousy and envy are dumb ones too So Slaine he says nothing, he keeps his cool I feel this jealousy and envy is dumb ones tools So Term he says nothing, he keeps his cool Cause jealousy and envy are dumb ones too So Slaine he says nothing, he keeps his cool I feel this jealousy and envy is dumb ones tools So Term he says nothing, he keeps his cool