As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.

Even if people pretend that they’re OK with it, jealousy can eat people alive.

The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.

Hating on my success won’t make you a winner.

Well, that might be alright for you, but I was born to fly, dog. Michael Jordan—Air Jordan’s Air Max’s—number 24.

They are not jealous of what you have. They are jealous of what they can’t have.

I need you to score me some juice.

They hate you, but they secretly want to be you.

Why give 100% when 35% will get you paid and laid.

Never hate jealous people. They are jealous because they think you are better than them.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s losing. If there are two things I hate, then it’s losing and getting cancer.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

I need to remember that I’m a winner, man. I need to remember that I am better than everyone else.

Enjoy new things for the very first time in your lives.

I’m sober and ready to destroy the competitions.

Those who clap you on the back with one hand may clench envy’s mask behind theirs with the other.