It’s Me

[Chorus]
It's me, envied
It's me, envied
It's me, envied
It's me, envied

[Verse 1]
It's me with the trigger finger
Ready to bust the first nigga that lingers
Around, like it's me he trying to catch
On some shiesty, but that's how you get wet
I bet, they ain't did they homework
And they don't notice that I got the chrome-work
Inside of my load
Ready to bust, and ready to explode
On the first mark with his eyes on my grip
Thinking he fast enough to get a G on a slip
But it ain't going down like that
Imma be the first with a round at his gat
And hit you in your hat
And watch as your bitch-ass body fall back
I stay ready for that hoe shit
Hit a boy wig, I gotta split

[Chorus]
It's me, envied
It's me, envied
It's me, envied
It's me, envied

[Verse 2]
I ain't even trippin', though
If I have to let this four blow
Don't be dumb and roll the dice
Just look at me as I ride in something nice
It's best to think twice
Before you do something that gon' get your ass sliced
Up, by these bullets
'Cause if I start on the trigger, then I won't stop pulling
On it, 'til the chamber's empty
And I know you got plenty
Holes, in your body
For running up on a G and getting rowdy
Speedin' up on a baller in lame poises
When you know I don't like loud noises
'Specially coming out a nigga mouth
So chill 'fore these bullets have your ass going south

[Chorus]
It's me, envied
It's me, envied
It's me, envied
It's me, envied