letra de trophies - paid von
i ain’t make it yet, but boy, it’s gettin’ scary
went from dreamin’ about this sh-t to rockin’ out at lil
mary’s and i miss my cousin, but i hate the cemetery
boy, if you don’t play the block, you need a grammy or a larry
or a trophy for the motherf-ckers hatin’ they’d
rather criticize you for they show, congratulations, n-gga
rip tre, i been feelin’ like i made it
i been tryna shake the drugs, but i love to be sedated, n-gga
and at this point, i don’t look for validation
i’m a bump, me f-kk who don’t
in my eyes, i’m the greatest, n-gga
i ain’t a gangsta, but don’t push me
on my mama, i’m not p-ssy
ask the reaper about ace, i don’t play with n-ggas
i don’t really play at all, stay out the way, don’t get involved
i be f-kkin’ on that b-tch, how you say that
that’s your ball, you can’t knock me off my feet
all i know is stand tall
when i make it to the top, i’d never ever fall
i can put that on my mama
talk to god, you’ll think i’m lyin
still can’t seem to shake the pen
to be real, i ain’t been tryin
i get high as h-ll and float
and i kinda like the flyin
i then lost too many people play with me
you probably dyin
still ain’t in the therapy
i let my heart do all the rhymin
why you think they call me ace
n-ggas always see me shinin
at the stu or on the road
n-ggas always see me grindin
left the cleaners for the game
tryna get a couple dollars
i ain’t make it yet, but boy, it’s gettin’ scary
went from dreamin
bout this sh-t to rockin out at lil mary’s
and i miss my cousin
but i hate the cemetery
boy, if you don’t play the block
you need a grammy or a larry or a trophy
for the motherf-ckers hatin’ they’d
rather criticize you
before they show congratulations, n-gga
rip tre, i been feelin’ like i made it
i been tryna shake the drugs
but i love to be sedated, n-gga
hit the booth and i spit that real pain
man, this music sh-t my core
ain’t no way that i’ma change, boy
you ain’t a console, i ain’t really in the games
n-gga, stop all that playin
‘fore, i hit you on your head, boy
she a hoe, i just really want the brain
you can have her when i’m done
i ain’t tryna be her man, boy
yo ass drew, and they probably call me saint
put a b-tch up on that n-gga
quickest way to leave a dead, boy
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