Lyrics Trophies - Slim Thug

Trophies

Still here 15 summers
I been balling since the baby Hummers
You wanna talk to me, talk numbers
I ain’t tryna see you, Stevie Wonder
I’m just tryna pay my child support, man
And still have some leftover balling change
See, I came a long way from ripping wood grain
And repping about my new piece of chains
Nowadays I be pulling up like the boss
Crow steel cost more than a house
Used to steal cars living on and off
Now everything I drive is paid off
I be hopping out the Ghost with two trophies
Walking in the crib, got them canned groceries
Bitch, I’m the boss, you can’t coach me
Better get your weight up before you come approach me
Thugga
I been racking Rollies since the small faces
I done had a grill when you had braces
I’m shaking all snakes, avoid all cases
Tryna make another mil', still paper chasing
You can stay broke if you want to
But I’m addicted to getting me something new
That’s why you see me riding clean like I do
Fresh kicks, fresh fit, new bitch, too
You only get one life, better ball, nigga
Fuck settling for less, I want it all, nigga
I’m too tired to do anything small, nigga
That’s why my AKA boss hard, nigga
I done seen it all, done it all twice
I feel like I’m going on my third life
If you real you should take this here advice
Grind hard till you get your paper right
Lead a boss life, nigga