Marcus D, Blu - Trophy lyrics

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 550 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
We is just chillin on the rocks like ice
(word) just Do It white Nike's true shit
Pandora Box prize fight UN trophy

Yo, she like the niggas
With the caramel complexion (uh huh)
The oh my god sex you gotta
Call up your best friend
The fall she always hope for
Soaps in horoscope
Quotes on boats so them niggas
Try to propose to her (yeah)
While most hoarder thought she's audible
(true) dress is comparable but the
Dress is inaugural (uh huh true)
Yo, peppermint presidential suite
Most gentleman compete but most
Gentleman are weak we go hard
Some come but most go scarred with no heart
With no harm done she knows God (uh huh)
Kisses it in the air takes it by the arm
Walks it through the mayhem
Asks her how her day went (ayo)
Yo, I say shit I don't mean in blue green
Blue green in the hair
Just to watch her blow steam
She don't care it's so rare, she don't scare
It won't scream unless I scream
It's for ice cream (word up)
And I tease cuz she's perfect
And she's worth it (she's worth it)
She's hates it cuz she'd rather be basic
(rather be basic)
Uh, I need a facelift, or work the late shift
And after the catwalk prize of the asphalt
She's from the backyard where
Hard times blast off
Shoot you'd be surprised if she
Survive here that long
Drives a fast car and never
Talks back to her mom
It's all gold never silver or prime
It's trophy yo, check it