ENVY Lyrics

It's been way too long since I hit it

Say what you want I'm committed

I done did too much and spit too much

For all yall not to get it

Okay

Run it back I been waiting

Ill Son his ass he a baby

It's Chris Rose it's been known

That I don't fuck with the faking

It's been way too long since I hit it

Say what you want I'm committed

I done did too much and spit too much

For all yall not to get it

Okay

Run it back I been waiting

Ill Son his ass he a baby

It's Chris Rose it's been known

That I don't fuck with the faking

I said

I been known to get crazy

Nah I'm playing this ain't Reddit pussy

I ain't tryna be so basic

There's a wide range in this competition

And I'm not tryna waste it

There's enough plates here to pass around

But some of y'all are just hella greedy and be acting out

That's a clown

So then

What's my fucking issue

I guess Envy cuz I worked for this

While some you get an excuse

And I still have to my earn my clicks

You worked for clout

I worked for skill

If you heard me out

I'd hurt ya feels

Cuz I don't have much patience

For some hype beasts that ain't real

Why do I feel like I have to be the one to change my ways

I'm just tryna rap my life unto a better place

I'm just tryna find my peace and be happy with what I may

And now I gotta show you punks that I won't run away

Cuz true talent is a must need

Y'all been pissed it's fuck me

Nah fuck that I been the man

Becky Lynch with a pen in hand

I said the shit I'll say again

I ain't ever scared of you weak boys

I done been ahead (a head) like Futurama, with the Nimoy

It's been way too long since I hit it

Say what you want I'm committed

I done did too much and spit too much

For all y'all not to get it

Okay

Run it back I been waiting

Ill Son his ass he a baby

It's Chris Rose it's been known

That I don't fuck with the faking

It's been way too long since I hit it

Say what you want I'm committed

I done did too much and spit too much

For all y'all not to get it

Okay

Run it back I been waiting

Ill Son his ass he a baby

It's Chris Rose it's been known

That I don't fuck with the faking

I hate the fact that my motivation is just pure envy and an impatience

To achieve greatness I been creative

And yet still blocking my own mind cuz of deep hatred

I seethe waiting

For an opp to drop opportunity

For some heat exchanges

See I'm basically just beefin me to keep my feet placed when

Y'all lil fuckas try and press me

I am not the one for testing

I say that yet I know it's not interesting

People need results

And I just talk

So I'm not resting

Not til I can prove that I'm the dude

Worth yo time to be investing

Why do I feel like I have to be the one to change my ways

I'm just tryna rap my life unto a better place

I'm just tryna find my peace and be happy with what I may

And now I gotta show you punks that I won't run away

So I guess I'll face the fact that im not perfect

I hurdle words and just say absurd shit

But Im first to work and I'm last to leave

Name a person with more craft than me

I mean once again here's comparisons

When will Chrissy learn his lesson then

Stop talking out his ass chirping in

I mean prolly never an

Immortal Sin, Envy