[Intro: Sampled Elder Woman Vocals] [Spoken word sample, vinyl crackle] "Son, envy is a quiet disease... It walks into the room with a warm smile, shakes your hand, and prays for your funeral before you’re even out the door. Jealousy isn’t about what they want to gain... it’s about what they can’t bear to see you have." [Verse 1] [Drake] Look— Tings callin' my line at three in the mornin', askin' where the party at, I’m in the penthouse countin' up millions, tryina figure where the loyalty at. Waste yutes talkin' 'bout "Crodie changed," nah, I just raised the price, You was eatin' at my table, now you talkin' behind my back to the press for a slice. Ahlie? You yutes are so predictable, it’s sad, N*ggas get envious the second that a bad ting start callin' me "dad." Out in Yorkville, dark tinted glass when I reach through the 6ix, Industry snakes wanna fake a warm hug, but they plottin' a fix. I see the envy drippin' off their teeth when the wire clears, Got a side ting straight out of Miami, she wiped away my tears. Mans spent half a million on the watch just to check the time, Jealousy a motherf*cker, turned my day-ones straight into a crime. Yeah, you hate to see a n*gga win, Sellin' out your soul just to get a little clout for a post on the 'Gram again. [Chorus] [Vyx] They show you love to your face, but it's envy and jealousy, (Phew) Smilin' in VIP, plottin' on my remedy. I put fifty bags on the wrist just to spite 'em, Got a couple snakes in the grass, had to light 'em. (Burn 'em!) Yeah, envy and jealousy, look at what it done to 'em, Used to be my brothers, now I’m stepping on the throat of 'em. Count up the blue notes, lock down the suite, Can't no fake n*gga sit in my seat! (Nah!) [Verse 2] [Vyx] Look— Grew up around yutes that would bleed for a pound, Now they see me in a Rolls, wanna put me in the ground. Industry execs tryina smile for the picture, While they plottin' on my masters, tryina rewrite the scripture. (F*ck 'em!) Bad B from Croydon, body like a sin, She don't care about my heart, she just wants the drop-in. Sippin' dark liquor till my liver starts burnin', Paranoia on my shoulder while the big wheels turnin'. Cleaver to the neck if a snitch try talk, Watch the blood pool down on the marble floor walk. They hate the way I flex, hate the way I got rich, Leave a snake in the ditch, I don't give a f*ck, b*tch! Got the diamonds on my neck match the ice in my chest, Turned the envy into fuel while they cryin' depressed. Call 'em out by name, but they ain't worth the breath, Every single fake friend gettin' swallowed by death. (Phew) [Chorus] [Vyx] They show you love to your face, but it's envy and jealousy, (Phew) Smilin' in VIP, plottin' on my remedy. I put fifty bags on the wrist just to spite 'em, Got a couple snakes in the grass, had to light 'em. (Burn 'em!) Yeah, envy and jealousy, look at what it done to 'em, Used to be my brothers, now I’m stepping on the throat of 'em. Count up the blue notes, lock down the suite, Can't no fake n*gga sit in my seat! [Verse 3] [Drake] Slide in an Cullinan, bulletproof glass, countin' up a hundred racks, Y’all n*ggas cap in your rap, I just buy up the blocks and I charge 'em a tax! (Facts!) Industry n*ggas be sweet like a peach, talkin' 'bout beef till we pull up in reach, Got a bad b*tch, put her right on the jet, took her to Paris to shop on the beach. (Skrrt!) They envious, jealous, they broke and they jealous, I’m buyin' up land like a f*ckin' developer! Got the Richard Mille on, two million dollars, I’m poppin' my collar, You callin' her phone, but she in my bedroom, she hollerin', screaming, she hollerin'! (Woo!) Yeah, call out the fakes in the game, They talk about loyalty, talk about fame, I’m stackin' up green while I’m laughin' at n*ggas who run out of lane! (Ayy, ayy!) [Outro: High-pitched Female Vocals Sample] (When you reach the top, son... the wind gets colder) (When you reach the top, son... the wind gets colder) (When you reach the top, son... the wind gets colder) (When you reach the top, son... the wind gets colder)
