Trophy
Demons on my body get em' off me
I jumped off the porch and momma lost me, no
If I want it, don't care what it costs me
Youngin' catch a body for a trophy, yeah
Now
They give him respect
He hopped off the porch now he getting a check
They gassing his head
He thinking he dealing with minimal threats
But small does he know
The ones he ain't worried about are as big as it gets
So send em' my best
I'm wishing y'all well and I hope that you next
But I know that we next
We put in that work and we taking the steps
Ain't cutting no corners
But bending the block and I promise I'll never give less
Its in my nature just to do the wrong thing
Hopped off the bench and then attempted to head for the ball game
Was always known to play my role
While the rest of y'all role playing
And I switched it up
I never needed a pick me up
I picked myself up when I was down and y'all were lifted up
Demons on my body get em' off me
I jumped off the porch and momma lost me, no
If I want it, don't care what it costs me
Youngin' catch a body for a trophy, yeah
When I was young I hated my pops
Cause he left my mom and I feel like he fucked up the plot
Now a nigga pray to God
That I don't get caught for the shit that I pick up and drop
Now a nigga hit the spot and spit off the top
Cause no, I do not need to jot
Most of my nigga's is locked
Jason and Frito are dead so I'm talking to God
And when I'm going to bed
There's one in the hand, you get popped if you come in my spot
And my mother went fed
My step father fled, that's why I don't fuck with the cops
My pockets smell dead
Real nigga I'm thorough bread
Cant get a crib with street cred
Real nigga's feel what I said
I see this shit from a different angle
Talk to my demons and make em' angels
Wrestling with em' like Kurt Angle
The ropes I swing will get you strangled
I see this shit from a different angle
Talk to my demons and make em' angels
Wrestling with em' like Kurt Angle
The ropes I swing will get you strangled
Demons on my body get em' off me
I jumped off the porch and momma lost me, no
If I want it, don't care what it costs me
Youngin' catch a body for a trophy, yeah
I jumped off the porch and momma lost me, no
If I want it, don't care what it costs me
Youngin' catch a body for a trophy, yeah
Now
They give him respect
He hopped off the porch now he getting a check
They gassing his head
He thinking he dealing with minimal threats
But small does he know
The ones he ain't worried about are as big as it gets
So send em' my best
I'm wishing y'all well and I hope that you next
But I know that we next
We put in that work and we taking the steps
Ain't cutting no corners
But bending the block and I promise I'll never give less
Its in my nature just to do the wrong thing
Hopped off the bench and then attempted to head for the ball game
Was always known to play my role
While the rest of y'all role playing
And I switched it up
I never needed a pick me up
I picked myself up when I was down and y'all were lifted up
Demons on my body get em' off me
I jumped off the porch and momma lost me, no
If I want it, don't care what it costs me
Youngin' catch a body for a trophy, yeah
When I was young I hated my pops
Cause he left my mom and I feel like he fucked up the plot
Now a nigga pray to God
That I don't get caught for the shit that I pick up and drop
Now a nigga hit the spot and spit off the top
Cause no, I do not need to jot
Most of my nigga's is locked
Jason and Frito are dead so I'm talking to God
And when I'm going to bed
There's one in the hand, you get popped if you come in my spot
And my mother went fed
My step father fled, that's why I don't fuck with the cops
My pockets smell dead
Real nigga I'm thorough bread
Cant get a crib with street cred
Real nigga's feel what I said
I see this shit from a different angle
Talk to my demons and make em' angels
Wrestling with em' like Kurt Angle
The ropes I swing will get you strangled
I see this shit from a different angle
Talk to my demons and make em' angels
Wrestling with em' like Kurt Angle
The ropes I swing will get you strangled
Demons on my body get em' off me
I jumped off the porch and momma lost me, no
If I want it, don't care what it costs me
Youngin' catch a body for a trophy, yeah
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Writer(s): Zachary Baldwin
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