Jealousy

F*ck you, haters are so thirsty F*ck you, you aren't even worthy I drink till my vision's blurry We'll cook you chickens up like curry I will never understand why you always f*ck with me It's probably just because I'm everything you want to be Wear your causes on your sleeves but we all know you're full of shit You compete to achieve deceit but we all know you're just a bitch Straight out the mother fucking streets of New York We are literally invincible We own guns and we know where you live This shit is literally straight up mother fucking music Panic Defense, bitch