Chris Miles - Trophies Remix lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, my trophies all gold with a couple plaques on that wall They tried to jump me like Jordan, now they all hit up my phone You a comedian, homie, really just leave me alone That Twitter beefing ain't nada, but that's the least of my problems Let me switch that flow right now So I ain't sound too much like Drizzy I be in the hallway, they be trying to ride by Though I be like ''nah, dawg, you ain't messing with me'' I just met with Dante, told me ''slow the flow down'' I was like ''okay, we gon' make a milli'' Got a couple tracks in the vault make a nun say ''got damn'' Yeah, homie, do you feel me? Really I ain't playing this year 2014 finna do something big, I ain't playing right here Started to grind harder than we usually do And straight take over the game right here, no lie Shouted every rapper that I thought was my homie But then I hit them up, ain't no reply Going Hollywood on me, I don't need you dudes Man, this sh** is funny ha ha, alrighty then Man, I'm on my tambien sh** But sh** my gang of fam, they ain't trying to see my success Yes, they been jealous since I ever got a little bit of buzz Ain't never show me love, put my middle finger up to ya So you know we ain't ever friends, look And it's evident that we veterans, but we coming close Man, ever since I remember they were just Hella sad we ain't never going nowhere though But forget 'em all Yeah, I need a couple [?] with my name up on them Won't stop 'til I'm something like [?] artist And it's funny how I came from nothing Yo I was made for something But if you mad it ain't my fault Said I got bars, you should put me in a co car Something like woop woop You don't know what I would do Just to get my team in LA with the good view Hold up, I be in the studios recording Talk what you talk I ignore you, you boring And I ain't been tired in a while, never snoring These clothes all imported with [?] out to Jordan That's real, flex with me, boy Top of the game, that's my destiny, boy I say rest in piece to all of my enemies, boy Ask anyone, can't mess with me, boy yehlawl They all hit up my messages asking for features These rappers be bleeding, well, shut the hell up I say hasta la vista, yeah, I'mma delete ya Like bye bye, go nana, you better now what's up, man, I swear Been grinding and stressing, it's kinda depressing And it feels like I'm losing my hair My time is inevitable Never could y'all get down to get into my head I ain't lying ‘bout nothing You guys who be fronting go see who the hell is up next [?] judging my lyrics, but really they can't do it better Got the potential, they ain't see it though Bars are harder than Mayweather, got you seeing dos Lot of big things on the come-up, but I keep it low They ain't really need to know, I be on that secret flow Here we go, I'm from the land of the pyramids Rappers try to stretch the truth like it's Andrew Silvershein Look, now pay attention, let the knowledge in It's time to do the opposite of common sense, I'm just saying