Success lyrics

Mean something
Hopped out a plane or backflipped up out a dragons mouth
King up in my city all the Klouds is like the captains now
And all the crowds is taking pictures what's the caption bout ?
Joey trap is hard as f*ck or joey trap is trash with clout
A thousand n*ggas could tell me that I'm the greatest
But in my consciousness I still focus more on haters ,gotta
Get passed the n*ggas who's mad as f*ck because I'm successful
Cus where I'm at Is up
But still ain't even reach potential
I'm reaching heights you can't get less
You sky dive out a plane that can fly high
Once it's highest then keep rising
My brain on pacific time but still yellin out east side
Cus New York was where I raised at
My n*gga June just baught a mayback
He 18
Gold on me like Mr T
We A-team
Man I pity food
Damn My city snooze
Swear they sleeping on me
Damn thats sh*tty news
I'm litty with blues
No I'm not gay but I love my Benjamin's
No bank account I took a couple out the closet
The rest for the deposit then rest cus I'm throbbing
My pockets popping I'm
[Not perhaps , afraid?]

[Chorus]
Someone tell me why success is always bringing hating n*ggas
I don’t understand it I do good so they wanna fade a n*gga
Go and get your bread instead eating off my plate lil n*ggas
You ain’t work as hard as me the proof is in yo face my n*gga
I don’t feel sorry tho
Sometimes that’s just how it go
You get some new sh*t like Joey can I borrow those ?
I can’t keep dragging all these n*ggas from a while ago
I don’t wanna have no click
Dont really need no bros

[Will smith : I want my life , i want my work i want it to mean something]

Look
My momma told me I’d turn into something greater just gotta keep all my grades up and maybe I can be all successful
Really eventually I done failed all my classes cus I wouldn’t pay attention to school I was just bout my paper
Anyways now momma proud of me hopefully cus I turned all my haters to something bringing me fame and fortune
So fortunately I’m winning
They all gon continue grinning
They mad that a n*gga living his dreams dog
That’s real dog
Left in the field awww
And ain’t nobody got my back
Funny the n*ggas that "got ya back" talk behind ya back
I don’t trust no soul so I’m solo when I be countin racks
In this Star Wars I'm solo with a f*ckin mac

[Chorus]
Someone tell me why success is always bringing hate in n*ggas
I don’t understand it I do good so they wanna fade a n*gga
Go and get your bread instead eating off my plate lil n*ggas
You ain’t work as hard as me the proof is in yo face my n*gga
I don’t feel sorry tho
Sometimes that’s just how it go
You get some new sh*t like Joey can I borrow those ?
I can’t keep dragging all these n*ggas from a while ago
I don’t wanna have no click
Dont really need no bros