Envy Lyrics

Yo, this is going out to all my peeps locked down
Charlie rock LD all my peeps who passed away, yeahI remember when we used to chill on a hill
When Forest Projects used to be Godsville
Brothers was wilin' others was cool
Some hit the island some smoked foolsMe I chose the life of crime since day one
13 years old already trying to cop a gun
I never understood why my pops would beat me
No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat meThat's why, I never listened to a thing he said
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
Promised that one day everything would be alright14 years old, cutting mad classes
Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin' dimeEverybody knew Joey Crack represented
And if I told then I'd take your life
Hey yo, I meant it that's the way it goes
When you deal with the real fake jacks
And get your cap peeledHey Joey, let's just get this money

Brothas just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been triflin'Yeah, momma never said life would be so hard
Sometimes I find myself alone just praying to God
Hoping that today won't be the last
I mean, just the other day this kid I knew got blastedSay word, word, it wasn't over no cash
It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass
He was a cool kid, although we lost him big
If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got didLife's trife and then you die
Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
That's why I keeps an alibi
Juliani wants to see a brother frySo I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
Keep the gat there in 'case a nigga wanna smoke this
Times are difficult on the streets of New York
It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caughtBlue eyes is on my back, with intentions of arresting me
But they won't get the best of me
'Cause riches are my destinyHey Joey, let's just get this money
Brothas just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been triflin'No one expected me to blow like this
What was once hand me downs
Is now the best of ? Atanovich?
Yukon Jeeps creepin' through the streetsCatching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection
Green plush interior, under the seat
The heat for protectionMomma look at me now
Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child
D E L condos for first impression hoes
No more holes in my gibrosStrictly denim and clothes
Airwaves blasting my latest single
All up in the Mecca Club
Making Lucci while I mingleJingle jewels in the face of past enemies
Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to meHey Joey, let's just get this money
Brothas just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been triflin'Big Joe, South Bronx
Represent