Spitty - Trophies lyrics
[Spitty - Trophies lyrics]
Bring the horns this beat is animals
Elle est fan de my theatricals
The flow is Goofy man it's magical
But when I'm hungry might go cannibal
Let's get it then tryna spit a little bit of
Truth like my name Rafiki
Craft art so fine in your mind
It reminds you of Tahiti
Feeling pretty lost at sea like
The homie Nemo Frito
Lay back it's the weekend with
Ya boy young Tino
We know you didn't catch that rewind TiVo
VeVo it's crunch time no Cheetos
Okay see we thunder down the
Street show how we do
Bars be larger than a whale
Keep coming out the blue
Y'all be serving up the beef yet
I don't hear a single moo
This hook comes in so perfect like
The letter on my shoe
What's the move? Can I tell the truth
If I was doing this for you then
I have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and
Take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
This don't come with trophies
Ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm supposed to, get up
Ya boy was cashing cheques off
Of a spelling bee
Greatness incarnated now they dwell in me
Focused on my motives never sell a G
Yet every time y'all come
Around always smelling trees
When nobody wanna kick it I kicked
My way to the top
Never the MVP but I been taken what I got
Two threes off finance
Cash flow that's fine man
HiiiPoWeR that numero uno homie
It's my time man came to Change The View and
Be positive for the youth
The paper held me down a dozen
Times but where are you
My own city ain't got me my
Back up against the wall
Brampton repping not respected still got
My eye on the ball
Hardly scratch the surface I
Ain't never giving up
Till I'm sipping champagne from
My own Grammy cup
Elle est fan de my theatricals
The flow is Goofy man it's magical
But when I'm hungry might go cannibal
Let's get it then tryna spit a little bit of
Truth like my name Rafiki
Craft art so fine in your mind
It reminds you of Tahiti
Feeling pretty lost at sea like
The homie Nemo Frito
Lay back it's the weekend with
Ya boy young Tino
We know you didn't catch that rewind TiVo
VeVo it's crunch time no Cheetos
Okay see we thunder down the
Street show how we do
Bars be larger than a whale
Keep coming out the blue
Y'all be serving up the beef yet
I don't hear a single moo
This hook comes in so perfect like
The letter on my shoe
What's the move? Can I tell the truth
If I was doing this for you then
I have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and
Take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
This don't come with trophies
Ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm supposed to, get up
Ya boy was cashing cheques off
Of a spelling bee
Greatness incarnated now they dwell in me
Focused on my motives never sell a G
Yet every time y'all come
Around always smelling trees
When nobody wanna kick it I kicked
My way to the top
Never the MVP but I been taken what I got
Two threes off finance
Cash flow that's fine man
HiiiPoWeR that numero uno homie
It's my time man came to Change The View and
Be positive for the youth
The paper held me down a dozen
Times but where are you
My own city ain't got me my
Back up against the wall
Brampton repping not respected still got
My eye on the ball
Hardly scratch the surface I
Ain't never giving up
Till I'm sipping champagne from
My own Grammy cup