You only hate me ‘cause you love me. You only talk about me ‘cause you wanna be me.
You can look at me like you hate me but on the inside we all know of the jealousy you possess. It’s obvious.
You act like you hate but my style you’re stealing. b*tch, you don’t hate; that’s envy you’re feeling.
To all the girls that send stares in my direction; d*mn right; envy this perfection.
Love my attitude, love my vibe, love my aggression, and love my pride. Envy my integrity and my heat ‘cause in reality you could never compete.
Jealousy? I expect that but don’t stress that. Making you envy me is what I’m best at.
It’s not called showing off; it’s called you being mad ‘cause you can’t do it.