Trophy

Verse 1: Blu

Yo, I told her after thirty it’s a wrap (it’s a wrap)

I turned thirty woke up early wrote a rap (wrote the raps)

The photo snap but the mocha cap lacks

Them promo whack spinnin, niggas know the track (know the track)

Yo, they know the black match the gold with the black man

I lack how my soul since four cuz of that (cuz of that)

Uh, gold chain all the need is the dope name

The dope game want him to slang cuz it cracks (cuz it cracks)

Cuz it slaps like a horn on the track

That ass get broke off legs and pimp that

That kid with the plastic gat aiming at cop cars (Blu)

And the ghetto with the heavy metal rock stars (rock stars)

Grew up, sick with it threw up

My whole hood crip wit it so I shoulda blew it (Blu)

And I did funny thing is I wish that I was dirty red

But I was noble like that New Jersey head

Yeah, BL bright like CL 5.50 Smooth

Nights like we sell white like, we sell kites like

Sis point it out, fuck that retail price like

Like the detail your female rights like