Tarentino - Jealous lyrics

[Produced by Tarentino] [Hook: Fredo Santana] These n***as changed, they got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie And I don't trust these n***as, they be telling on me And I don't trust these b**hes, they be plotting on me Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie n***as say they real, but they acting funny These n***as changed and got jealous on me [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] I don't trust these n***as, I don't trust these b**hes Drunk right now, so you know I meant it [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] If you know me then you know n***a Chi-town like my second home I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken straight from Rome I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone "n***a I can't talk right now, got p**y on my tongue" I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer Just to fly back home and found out y'all done k**ed my little brother sh** is f**ed up on these streets Why the f** would I think about some rap beef? n***a I got bigger fish to fry now Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep Where's my bottle? Money change and people change and people come And people go and act estranged I'm aggravated cause they hated, confirmation for success Anticipated, I can taste it I can chase it back down with liquor I could drown out my sorrows But I ain't a sorry a** n***a Get up off your a**, make yourself a hundred racks b**h, get up off your a**, throw it back back back Back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack b**h I love my hood, I'm strapped up, what's good? Heard someone said [Hook: Fredo Santana] These n***as changed, they got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie And I don't trust these n***as, they be telling on me And I don't trust these b**hes, they be plotting on me Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie n***as say they real, but they acting funny These n***as changed and got jealous on me [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Coming up, gotta watch who you hang with I'm still with the same n***as I came with On the block with the same n***as I banged with If you ain't talking money I don't know your language I come from that very very bottom Now I'm getting money and I'm seeing stardom My n***as savage, don't start 'em We up them guns, if it's a f**ing problem Money coming in, don't have money problems Kicked your b**h out cause she ain't wanna swallow All these b**hes thots, acting like models Fredo, I'm the king of Chicago Gotta .30 and I fill it up with hollows Got bricks and I feel like El Chapo I'm the sh**, I'm the sh**, I'm the sh** b**h Since I'm a rich n***a, I need a rich b**h [Hook: Fredo Santana] These n***as changed, they got jealous on me Try to rob, I got that felon on me I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie And I don't trust these n***as, they be telling on me And I don't trust these b**hes, they be plotting on me Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie n***as say they real, but they acting funny These n***as changed and got jealous on me