Trophies

We run up the score
We running the game they screamin for more (Dolo)
When I'm at the line they chant mvp
Maybe thats the reason that they envy me (ASB 203)
Ima make sure they remember me (Side)
No second chance for the second place and only the winners get (Booyyy)

We winning we winning we winning we winning we winning
Just check out the trophy case
You see the banners they hang from the rafters
We don't need the fans cause we love the hate
They think that it's rigged say that we cheating
I tell em complain to the referee
Cause we got the sauce that's what it be
And they wanna know what's the recipe

Since the beginning been winning
We don't see no ceilings ain't talking no Wayne tapes
We just been balling ain't checking the score
Cause we all in just look at the game tapes
They ain't give us the tools
But we ain't no fools put our hands on the clay watch it take shape
Then I broke the mold bitch I'm hand crafted
Perfected my sound like band practice
I am the champion ima do damage
Whenever they show me who my opponent
We could toe to toe it Ima lace up these cleats
And then step on they feet's til they bones is broken
Ima beast you know it trained by the old school
All is fare we don't need the token
Fuck it I'm jumping the turn style took some time
But they know it's my turn now
I ain't one of these regular degulars get this cheese
And I'm stacking my cheddar up
They take a look back and think we behind them
But we really 2 laps ahead of ya
I'm too sick and these beats is my medicine
Leave the booth and I swear I look healthier
If they with the Skwad better let em in
But if you ain't a Banger to hell with ya (Fuck Em)

We run up the score
We running the game they screamin for more
When I'm at the line they chant mvp
Maybe thats the reason that they envy me (Why they hate me)
Ima make sure they remember me
Bring it home is what the coach told me
No second chance for the second place and only the winners get trophies

We winning we winning we winning we winning we winning
Just check out the trophy case
You see the banners they hang from the rafters
We don't need the fans cause we love the hate
They think that it's rigged say that we cheating
I tell em complain to the referee
Cause we got the sauce that's what it be
And they wanna know what's the recipe

Im feeling dame when it's game time
Or hoodie melo at the tre line
The way that we ball it's a damn crime
Big steppers we blowing up land mines (Boom)
Been getting bucks like monte
Score like Jordan not DeAndre
I stayed in the game bitch I'm active
Handle this Shit like AI with the practice
Number one on the podium that's that nigga Honn yeah they know it's him
(They know its me)
Told them ima shine now they noticing confetti falling bring my trophy in
Been around the pain like Cole and them
So I celebrate when my Brodie's win
Nothing but gold round me and gang
On the float popping champagne (Bring me my bottle please)
They Bring up my name if winning the topic
You want a ring then I am the top pick
Tryna keep sane can't deal with the toxic
Stay in my lane the goal in my optics (I cannot see you)
You cannot stop this my reign never ending
Ain't nothing gon keep us from winning
If I gotta sin then I turn to a demon
I thought that I told you that from the beginning

We run up the score
We running the game they screamin for more
When I'm at the line they chant mvp
Maybe thats the reason that they envy me (Why they hate me)
Ima make sure they remember me
Bring it home is what the coach told me
No second chance for the second place and only the winners get trophies

We winning we winning we winning we winning we winning
Just check out the trophy case
You see the banners they hang from the rafters
We don't need the fans cause we love the hate
They think that it's rigged say that we cheating
I tell em complain to the referee
Cause we got the sauce that's what it be
And they wanna know what's the recipe