Bryso2niceo - My Trophy

"I ball everyday my nigga, whew"
"I ball everyday my nigga, whew"
"I ball everyday my nigga, aye yeah"
I ball everyday my nigga y'all can't even do it
So real everyday my nigga y'all can't even prove it
I just hit 10k, I see y'all messing with my music
We keep going up "2nice", you know just how I do it
Bitch from Phoenix can't get my son I got streams in Arizona
And I knew I was the one, I boss up yes every summer
R.I.P. I miss you Lou, remember riding in the Hummer
Now you say I did you wrong but you the one who blocked the number
I'm speaking from me to me
I thought it was love, this bitch want a hand out
I'm speaking from me to me
Now she wanna see, cause yes I'm the man now
I might teach you a lesson, don't do all that texting
I know I been stressing for too long
Imma always remember them niggas and hoes
I was tryna do right and they did wrong
Like who is you talking to?
Got a lot of words better choose 'em wisely
Cut 'em off by the twos
Grew up with my granny, listen to the Isley's
Run it up, I'm comfortable
Let's go catch a game, not sitting in nosebleeds
I don't want no Rollie, being real my trophy
Niggas cap they fake
I just copped some bape
I'm about my pape
No I do not vape
Hush 'em up wit tape
I moved on you late
I'm still in good shape
Wallet picking up weight
Play me at the function
Know I'm bopping to it
Fresh as hell, niggas came to the club
They brought they glocks into it
Ain't no need to use it
You on some hoes? Let's do it
And my birthday coming soon, imma show em how a Leo do it
I did you bogus once, hoe you done did it 4 times
I got 99 problems, shit Jay-Z was not lying
Auntie retta passed away I did a whole lot of crying
Kam the strongest, TT Retta your boy gone be just fine
I ball everyday my nigga y'all can't even do it
So real everyday my nigga y'all can't even prove it
I just hit 10k, I see y'all messing with my music
We keep going up, 2nice you know just how I do it
Bitch from Phoenix can't get my son, I got streams in Arizona
And I knew I was the one, I boss up yes every summer
R.I.P. I miss you Lou, remember riding in the hummer
Now you say I did you wrong but you the one who blocked the number
Like who is you talking to?
Got a lot of words better choose em wisely
Cut em off by the twos
Grew up with my granny, listen to the Isley's
Run it up, I'm comfortable
Let's go catch a game, not sitting in nosebleeds
I don't want no Rollie, being real my trophy

Written by:
Bryso 2niceo

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