[Verse 1: Loc Saint]

Here da murder witta wings mid-flight

Got a motherfucking hype that they can't contain

They go whether they know better

Want a Loc Saint show but I gotta refrain (Yeah)

Cause all these homies that'll put in real work

Stay low and catch a blindside bullet to the brain (Yeah)

A lot of haters of the city where I'm from want a Loc Saint dead and they will arraign (Yeah)

Maybe one'll wanna beef for the fame on the block but I cannot stop my game

Give in to the world, to the pain

I'ma still spit flames even whеn da back hurt with a cane

I'm going back and [frival loving?] with a grandma like a gamma ray

Standing with the pеn and rougher frame

And I could rep a couple mill for the skill all you steal

Everybody soon knows my name

But you gotta watch your back in a world nowadays

Where the haters have grown stronger

Envy is channeling when you got a hit up on ya

And let me tell you Loc sharing jokes

Ya know I'm all about that trauma

Cause we've been dealing with the game

Know that they would want my wind, putting typers on ya

So many messages in my inbox

Fans be telling me jealousy the reason the record labels telling me kick rocks

Rain fell on me cause I put everything into my melodies, even every one of my sick thoughts

Twenty years later other rappers getting famous off of my ideas

Said I'm being ripped off

Jealousy impaling me, hailing me real high

For envious artists always trying to steal my spot

[Chorus: Loc Saint & Xena]

What do you know?

Envy's trending now

And it seems like, every motherfucker wanna take me down

Eyes beady like, I want what you go so you gotta get off the ground

Jealousy spreads to the heads of people cause envy's trending now

What do you know?

Envy's trending now

And it seems like, every motherfucker wanna take me down

Eyes beady like, I want what you go so you gotta get off the ground

Jealousy spreads to the heads of people cause envy's trending now

[Verse 2: The Jokerr]

When it's Lo-Lo-Loc Saint in the place with The J on deck you know it's problems

Want a big fish, get to paddling around

Ain't no battling, it's over, all done

Y'all been tryna cook something but you ain't sick enough

Nigga, I'm Covid cobbler

Then you add a little Saint to the mix

Who knows when The Loc and The Jokerr squad up

Yeah, I ain't tryna hear it bitch (Naw)

You just always on that talk-talk-talk shit (Yeah)

Circling around me on some hot cock-cock shit

And the way you looking at me feeling kinda toxic

Bout to hit you with the 787 Dreamliner when you *crash* through the window of the cockpit

Nigga, stop it

This what you get for tryna fly with the angels and get the same props that the gods get (Aye)

It's a new angle, the fashion, the head-bop

Bet you ain't heard, nigga rocking and too roll

Stepping up into the place like "run that purse"

And the pump's 'bout to rob y'all, RuPaul

Too much fake shit, I can't take it

They ain't about to play the game, homie, not me

Bitch, I'ma do me so the mu'fucking history books see me snuggled comfy in the top three

You can't do what we do but do try (Naw)

Do-be-ba-de-boo-ba-do-ba

It's so funny when I finally get to win and I'm watching y'all bitches popping off at the mouth again

But you ain't did the shit that we done did (No)

To get the shit that we gon' get (Yo)

So write your little pussy comments on a card, drop it off and I'll stab you with your motherfucking fountain pen, bitch

[Chorus: Loc Saint & Xena]

What do you know?

Envy's trending now

And it seems like, every motherfucker wanna take me down

Eyes beady like, I want what you go so you gotta get off the ground

Jealousy spreads to the heads of people cause envy's trending now

What do you know?

Envy's trending now

And it seems like, every motherfucker wanna take me down

Eyes beady like, I want what you go so you gotta get off the ground

Jealousy spreads to the heads of people cause envy's trending now