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 fuck or joey trap is trash with clout
A thousand niggas could tell me that I'm the greatest
But in my consciousness I still focus more on haters, gotta
Get passed the niggas who's mad as fuck
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 nigga 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 Shitty 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

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

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 nigga living his dreams dog
That's real dog
Left in the field aww
And ain't nobody got my back
Funny the niggas 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 fuckin mac

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