Kloud Flow 3

I've seen more niggas hatin' on me than niggas gettin' money
If you wanna get the bread then you gotta be hungry
I remember bros wrappin' white, chillin' like a mummy
Now the same nigga back in school, now he tryna study
Cus he realize niggas gettin' kills for this trap like
Out here still a nigga's bitches could've tapped twice
Could've spent the money on his family but he copped dice
Fuck it, now his chain look froze, yeah so nice
Oh well, niggas livin' so well
How you got out of the hood, but you niggas can't tell
Like
These niggas in my city underestimate me
Or do they act like they asleep cus they intimidating
A nigga that you hatin' on gon be the fuckin' greatest
You talkin' down, but in a year we'll see who fuckin' made it
It's Joey Trap, same nigga was sellin' sacks
You figure he spittin' crack
[?] up on his tracks, man
Got plenty hits but you niggas don wanna admit it
You braggin' about your fit, but your Louboutins ain't gon make you great
I'm eighteen, same niggas that hate me are up in their twenties
They mad cus I'mma be fuckin' niggas over
If I don't see an M by the time I'm twenty-five I'll prolly go jump off a bridge and try to relive my life
A nigga workin' too hard to remain, I'd realized
All of these ignorant listeners think they stampin'
Ain't you to say you flip a brick for like twenty bands but
Boy I just seen you at Target shoppin' for fuckin' Vans
You got like 200 followers on your Instagram so
Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga I need that real paper
I know I rap out the Raris and I don't have that number
We not the same, I'm more talented so I had that later
Fuck these rap niggas tryna school me
I know that I'm young but I know what the fuck I'm doin'
You think you got it but your numbers aren't moving
With every ball that I spin I swear that I'm improving
God