Текст песни Trophy Boy - Keyze Arizona

Trophy boy
Need a grammy for this shit
Tears of joy
Next, I'm coming with the hits
Chuck Norris
Who I'm watching in the crib
Gold chains on my neck
For the feeling
Momma raised a soldier
I turned out a villain
Tryna keep composure
Every man is different
Filet mignon hibachi
What I like for dinner
Snakeskin wallet
Holding all credentials
Bitch
I then made it off the block nigga
Everything I am
Made me everything I'm not nigga
Everything I said
Be the reason that I'm hot nigga
Everyday I bled
To get these bars
So now I'm scarred up
Every year I shed another layer
Ain't that marvelous
Every time I step out people stare
Is he a star or what
It's personal
Say he in the field
But he work from home
Motion sickness
I been feeling dizzy
Think its vertigo