Major Sosa - Trophy Lyrics

Uh
Yeah
Uh, uh
You know what the fuck it is man
Yeah
No I don't talk nice
I ain't friendly
And I still whip the tank on the empty
Bro got caught with nugs
Was booked a ten piece
The game ain't feeling well I got the remedy
Windows tinted you can't see me in this centipede
If I put trust in half these niggas that'd be the death of me
And I got monarchs on my feet that's just the check in me
And this Kabát on my body that's the Czech in me
If I give this shit my all what would be left in me
Aye
Aye
And I could never pop you
Locked up in my damn cell thinking what would god do
Teeth up on my nightstand looking like some fossils
Auntie on my birthday gifted me a Bible
So how the fuck I end up on the train with the prostitutes
Damn
Aye naw, fuck that bullshit
Major bout ready to box you
Major cook it up and serve you heat just like some Thai food
Nigga I'm about some shit that you'll never amount to
Posted on the square when the shit was still called Calhoun
We still ride that muthafucka' in the afternoon
Skullies on
No catacombs
Hit em up
Clack n boom
I ain't even mad at you
Fuck you get that attitude
You ain't even radical
Got more rings then Saturn do
Real rockstar I still get up in my conscience
Dude up in the mirror I'on really get along with
Nigga willy
Racing back to the hundreds
Out the window
Of the jeep I feel nothing
Now the mission is accomplished
Metal in your mouth I feel like the orthodontist
In the back rooms
Shooting shit with the prophets
Shits all bad news if I'm really being honest
Just saw 'sil like the other day
Same as always
He still posted half way cross the state
No exoneration
Tryna get my brodies somewhere nice
Give em all some payments
Told em Imma put 'em on
They just gotta be patient
Yeah
Told em imma put 'em on
They just gotta be patient
Yeah
All these niggas believe in me
Yeah you know what the fuck it is man
First place shit

Uh
Yeah
Uh, uh
You know what the fuck it is man
Yeah
No I don't talk nice
I ain't friendly
And I still whip the tank on the empty
Bro got caught with nugs
Was booked a ten piece
The game ain't feeling well I got the remedy
Windows tinted you can't see me in this centipede
If I put trust in half these niggas that'd be the death of me
And I got monarchs on my feet that's just the check in me
And this Kabát on my body that's the Czech in me
If I give this shit my all what would be left in me
Aye
Aye
And I could never pop you
Locked up in my damn cell thinking what would god do
Teeth up on my nightstand looking like some fossils
Auntie on my birthday gifted me a Bible
So how the fuck I end up on the train with the prostitutes
Damn
Aye naw, fuck that bullshit
Major bout ready to box you
Major cook it up and serve you heat just like some Thai food
Nigga I'm about some shit that you'll never amount to
Posted on the square when the shit was still called Calhoun
We still ride that muthafucka' in the afternoon
Skullies on
No catacombs
Hit em up
Clack n boom
I ain't even mad at you
Fuck you get that attitude
You ain't even radical
Got more rings then Saturn do
Real rockstar I still get up in my conscience
Dude up in the mirror I'on really get along with
Nigga willy
Racing back to the hundreds
Out the window
Of the jeep I feel nothing
Now the mission is accomplished
Metal in your mouth I feel like the orthodontist
In the back rooms
Shooting shit with the prophets
Shits all bad news if I'm really being honest
Just saw 'sil like the other day
Same as always
He still posted half way cross the state
No exoneration
Tryna get my brodies somewhere nice
Give em all some payments
Told em Imma put 'em on
They just gotta be patient
Yeah
Told em imma put 'em on
They just gotta be patient
Yeah
All these niggas believe in me
Yeah you know what the fuck it is man
First place shit