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Jealous

Hip-Hop/Rap

Jealous was released on September 5, 2025 by Swag as a part of the album Multi-Color

Song Details

AlbumMulti-Color

Release DateSeptember 5, 2025

LabelSwag

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM65

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Swag

Performer

Will Wright

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Will Wright

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Will Wright

Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, I'm gonna start off strong — I can never be wrong

Gonna make this song long

Picking at the rap game like I got a pair of prongs

Playing GTA, not Pong

Gonna put this song right where it belongs —

Making raps, not folk songs

Fry the rap game like an egg yolk

I swear to God, I'll never go broke

On these raps, I already spoke —

Got other rappers having a stroke

I hear no rhymes from them — all I hear is them blowing smoke

Soak my raps in liquid gold — my raps hella bold

I hear your raps, and they sound hella old

My ice is cold — I put your ass on hold

Your raps stale — they got mold

Every rhyme I hear, they always fold

The new rap game? I foretold

You broke — put up your house, sold

They see my rhymes like, "Behold!"

Ice so bright, you could see it with a blindfold

They doubted me

They jealous of my swag — they want my cash bag

But all they get is a rag

I've been taking off and taking over

Gliding around like a Mars Rover

They jealous of my swag

They jelouse of the chain

'Cause they see it custom — with a custom name

They jelouse of my fame

They wanna make it rain

But they don't got grind in their brain

They jealous 'cause they plain, and looking quite lame

They wanna be on top, and they wanna have reign

They jelouse of my private plane —

But hey, I can't complain

Haters got nothing to gain

Damn, I am not splitting the money —

I get 100% profit, like stop it

I'm American, not a Brit

You wanted the swag, but you so broke

Your grandma had to knit some shit that look like it

Boy, just quit

Every bar I spit — every shot is a hit

I grind so much, on my shoes that's grit

I'm a smart wit

If your rap career was a car, you'd need to pit

Got a Lambo on a kit — and the vents are just a slit

You broke — just admit

I am no longer a misfit

When I put a down payment on a mansion, I commit

My watch? Backlit

On my land — a permit

Got swag on my outfit

But I'm sure y'all have already heard of it

I don't need no lights in my room —

So many windows, it's all sunlit

Cash I emit — it's dirty money, call it pollution

They doubted me

They jealous of my swag — they want my cash bag

But all they get is a rag

I've been taking off and taking over

Gliding around like a Mars Rover

They jealous of my swag

They jelouse of the chain

'Cause they see it custom — with a custom name

They jelouse of my fame

They wanna make it rain

But they don't got grind in their brain

They jealous 'cause they plain, and looking quite lame

They wanna be on top, and they wanna have reign

They jelouse of my private plane —

But hey, I can't complain

Haters got nothing to gain

Written by: Will Wright

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