[Verse 1: Loc Saint]
Hear that murder what awaits, spit flame
Got a motherfucking hype that they can't contain
They go whether they know
Really want a Loc Saint show but I gotta refrain (Yeah)
Cause only homies that'll put in real work
Stay loyal, catch a blindside bullet to the brain (Yeah)
A lot of haters in the city where I'm from wanted Loc Saint dead and they will not wane (Yeah)
Maybe one will want a beat 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 my 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
N***a, 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
N***a, 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, n***a 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