TROPHIES

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System the One

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I be smoking loud in this bitch
Blowing clouds in this bitch
Don't be surprised lil bitch, uh oh
Niggas doing time for this shit
Some niggas die for the chip
It's suicidal and shit, uh oh
But I'm doing alright in this shit
I come alive with the shits
They come around with sticks, uh oh
But f*ck it, I'm a ride till it hits
They switch sides in this bitch
It's bout time that I dip, uh oh
Double headcount
I got niggas shooting for me
Piling up in church, I got sisters praying for me
I be outside, turning bodies into trophies
I don't f*ck with niggas, I be chilling by my lonely
Turn into a opp, we was never really homies
Too many assumptions, I swear ain't nobody know me
How you trying to get me when you ain't got nothing on me?
I got bigger problems I should motherfuckin' deal with
It's a different energy when I'm in the building
Walk it like I talk it like no regular civilian
These niggas ain't boss, these niggas some fuckin' children
I just got paid for the work
If you ain't got it then I know it hit a nerve
Blah-say Blah-say,
Where's that shit I haven't heard?
You was talking all of that, I see you tryna live on shirts
So I don't hesitate, I get to whipping on em
Hella good at skippin' rope, so I ain't trippin' on em
Mind you, I got the message from the O and it told me "Boy you playing with the dead", So I'm dipping on em
I got my head right like Eddie Griffin, so I don't fear shit
I came alive in 99 like Blair Witch
I was really born in the dark, I'm on some Bane shit
F*ck it boy you know I ain't never been one to play with
I be smoking loud in this bitch
Blowing clouds in this bitch
Don't be surprised lil bitch, uh oh
Niggas doing time for this shit
Some niggas die for the chip
It's suicidal and shit, uh oh
But I'm doing alright in this shit
I come alive with the shits
They come around with sticks, uh oh
But f*ck it, I'm a ride till it hits
They switch sides in this bitch
It's bout time that I dip, uh oh
Double headcount
I got niggas shooting for me
Piling up in church, I got sisters praying for me
I be outside, turning bodies into trophies
I don't f*ck with niggas, I be chilling by my lonely
Turn into a opp, we was never really homies
Too many assumptions, I swear ain't nobody know me
How you trying to get me when you ain't got nothing on me?

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