Kloud Flow 3 lyrics

I've seen more n*ggas hatin' on me than n*ggas 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 n*gga back in school, now he tryna study
Cus he realize n*ggas gettin' kills for this trap like
Out here still a n*gga's b*tches could've tapped twice
Could've spent the money on his family but he copped dice
f*ck it, now his chain look froze, yeah so nice
Oh well, n*ggas livin' so well
How you got out of the hood, but you n*ggas can't tell
Like
These n*ggas in my city underestimate me
Or do they act like they asleep cus they intimidating
A n*gga that you hatin' on gon be the f*ckin' greatest
You talkin' down, but in a year we'll see who f*ckin' made it
It's Joey Trap, same n*gga was sellin' sacks
You figure he spittin' crack
[?] up on his tracks, man
Got plenty hits but you n*ggas don wanna admit it
You braggin' about your fit, but your Louboutins ain't gon make you great
I'm eighteen, same n*ggas that hate me are up in their twenties
They mad cus I'mma be f*ckin' n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 f*ckin' Vans
You got like 200 followers on your Instagram so
f*ck is you talkin' bout, n*gga 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
f*ck these rap n*ggas tryna school me
I know that I'm young but I know what the f*ck 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