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trophies - paid von lyrics

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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

- paid von lyrics

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