J.L. of B. Hood - Art of Envy lyrics

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] There's ten rules to the game, what I share at you two, no? n***as gonna hate you for whatever you do That some of the realest sh** I ever heard, valid and true I took the toll [?] street, Balance was proof n***as don't want to see you make it They rather see you scrambling Break fast apart so they can come and eat your bacon I see it way to often, often murder is the cake behind it Starving pack of hyenas, holy for the safe Weather rapping or you trapping it dont matter its the flame [?] That you winning now you got to watch the slither of a snake Cause the venom is intended to break into your fate But I'm looking at these pussies like a Tendon ‘round a steak East these n***as up for dinner Once I'm finished with the plate Imma go and take a sh** before I flush it down and paint at you a picture in this [?] art of envy, understand [Hook: Codak Carter] [?] [Verse 2: Vi Royal] I'm so motherf**ing close that I can taste it Hungry young gunner while i feed off of hatred Feeling like a fiend to this dream that I'm chasing Been years in the making I ain't ‘bout to let em come take it Now a n***a coming up, all they do is envy But everything was cool when my pockets all empty Back when i was hella broke, didn't have a penny They were tryna stunt on me now they want to stunt with me They dont wanna roll in, but they want a ride now Use to have a blue buzz I'm guessing that it died down Hustle while you lie round, cozy in a nightgown Swear there's some hatin a** n***as up in my town Nope I ain't letting up, go and light my pedals up You don't want to lose the best thing you do is bet on us For the fact Strange Music, B.Hood etcetera High for that envy I ain't familiar with that area (Tell em [?]) [Hook: Codak Carter] [?] [Verse 3: JL. of B. Hood] They carry a evil grin, disgusted when you win Devious deep within [?] my freedom Like what you doing is hurting their chances of succeeding [?] They pull at you they shoot bullets at you for eating And it get messy now, recipe for d**h if you mess around No referee preferably at your neck when there's d**h around See a n***a might be needed, they stressed out wound up When you get crowned, coming from ground-up It's bound to happen multiple [?] clapping The crowd reaction the others that hate attacking Try knocking over [?] The clock will never turn back and you never can tell the future Wicked intentions to twist your positions no Karma Sutra They just want attention, wanna be mentioned, stuck in one dimension s**s so they dissin' f** cause its [?] that they missing Too busy being a hindrance and hating with every sentence And eliminating the demons make lemonade out of lemons