I've seen more n***as hatin' on me than n***as 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***a back in school, now he tryna study
Cus he realize n***as gettin' kills for this trap like
Out here still a n***a'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, n***as livin' so well
How you got out of the hood, but you n***as can't tell
Like
These n***as in my city underestimate me
Or do they act like they asleep cus they intimidating
A n***a 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 n***a was sellin' sacks
You figure he spittin' crack
[?] up on his tracks, man
Got plenty hits but you n***as don wanna admit it
You braggin' about your fit, but your Louboutins ain't gon make you great
I'm eighteen, same n***as that hate me are up in their twenties
They mad cus I'mma be fuckin' n***as 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***a 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, n***a 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 n***as 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