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 hit's 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