Clout Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Clout chasing, dig riding, all of these n*ggas
I'm sick of this n*ggas

[Verse]
I got it figured out, most of these n*gga do it for clout
They do it for money, that's why they be mumbling
n*ggas don't know what they talking about
I came from the dirt, I pray to the clouds
Don't really smoke but I'm high as they come
f*ck if you n*ggas [?]
I'm one of the greatest, I'm taking my time [?]
I'ts been a while since I gave a f*ck
Don't think that I made it because I got luck
It is what it is
I guess when you drop out of college you start motivating the kids
I'm running a race, my n*gga please
Christ on my head with some T&Cs
I got it frozen, I feel the breeze
Killing the beat and I feel at ease, oh goddamn!
Yeah, I think it's time for me to do this sh*t
I don't need complications on my reservations when I blow this year
[?] in time
But f*ck it I'm all of that n*gga you need to fear
Roll up a clip when I shoot
And I shoot for the house so you know that the damage is there
n*ggas been claiming for too many years
I kill them on beats and I'm using my souvenirs
[?] a problem that you cannot solve
Now hit me and see if a n*gga cares
You got them caught in they feelings
When I got these n*ggas drowning in they own tears
Now show me my competition
And in a midst of a second, I'll make it disappears
What do I have? It's cash
I dropped out of college but I got class, you mad
Most of you n*ggas are wack
I put it on God, they ain't never gonna last, for sure
n*ggas will anything for to get clout
And that type of sh*t turn a man to a hoe
n*ggas are like stars, I'm more like the moon
PS I just thought that you might need to know
Oh sh*t! And I know a couple of n*ggas who would probably give up their lives for all of this sh*t
n*ggas who would do anything to get rich
n*ggas who be waist they time and they [?] do as they wish
I got the plug in the city
If I ever pull up just that I'm f*cking your b*tch
I had to follow my dreams
n*ggas wanna eat, that's cool I'm serving them beef
I had to work in my sleep
n*ggas ain't got it that hard
I came up from the streets
I had to murder these beats
Either that or go to jail and lose my peace
But I gotta work hard
n*ggas ain't got that much, they local
I'm going global, gotta work smart
All of these fake-ass-wanna-be-teenage-icons
And they ain't even playing they part
Chasing up clout
Can't even talk cause they di*k is up in their mouth
I blew up on twitter, I told you I'm coming
I'm cutting the middle man out of discussion
I don't need a label, I don't need a manager
f*ck it, I might just blow up with a camera, n*gga
I put these n*ggas inside of a box
I'm loosing on count, there's too many of em
I know these n*ggas is biting my flows instead of my lyrics
There's too many of em, huh?!
Jeff in the hood, I'm pulling them strings
You'd probably think that I'm playing the guitar
Most of these rappers are fake, they do it for fame
So Ima just chill in the dark