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Shoot Your Trophies

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Sock It 2 My Pocket


Look

I travel on the dark side, roll with no regret
Live by the code
my cracked iPhone got CEO′s and coke connects (uh-huh)
Hos for sex, or clientele that know my dope's the best
Feed it to you through the audio instead a open flesh
Stroke of death, leave the culture with no pose to press
Squeeze it to a pulp for a open check (money)
Catch ultra wreck, big step after step, continuous
"Where the fuck you been? Uptown, downtown, Switzerland? "

Globe-trottin′, trappin', dope-dealin', world citizen
Wrappin′ both my arms around a big percent (cash)
Still remember wrappin′ tape around a brick of meth
Fuckin' with a refugee like Wyclef (uh-huh)
And a lot of other shit, but that′s irrelevant
Back to how they can't fuck with this
they lack the elements
It′s 14 shots in your dome
I LL your shit (bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)
I wrote verses in cells and on my way to make sales

On the highway to Hell like AC-DC
Thinkin' my destiny′s failed, but now I'm excellent
Turned thoughts to gold
and alchemy on some chemist shit (bling)
Got it out the streets, I came up off a chemist script
Now it cost a quarter brick to get me to spit

Lately, my stock risin' OD
Shit changed, new hos′ll never know the old me (uh-uh)
Got new goals, stuck on old shit is what I won′t be (uh)
They chose me to kick your candles over
shoot your trophies (bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)
Lately, my stock risin' OD
Shit changed, new hos′ll never know the old me (nah)
Got new goals, stuck on old shit is what I won't be (uh-uh)
They chose me to kick your candles over
shoot your trophies (bow)

Look, your hand cold, you rollin′ aces
I got the golden throw, head crack for dough
that's why I′m holdin' faces (cash)
God broke the mold when He made this
I made my way through mazes like Daedalus
Get a load of greatness, stylin' outrageous
With all the rages, had beige work for ravens
acid by the pages (uh-huh)
Thinkin′ we adjacent, you hallucinatin′ (fuck outta here)
My shit been boomin' all through the nation

Sensation, addicted to the game, been havin′ cravings
Got plenty ways to fill the savings
all you bums barely maintainin' (you niggas washed)
Went from arraignment to entertainment
I′m well aware that money changes
that's somethin′ I'm open to embrace
And hope you fuckers is takin' notes
I′m showin′ inspiration
Thousand-dollar coat, steppin' on the throat of Satan (ergh)
In some Christian Diors, know keys open doors
Get everything I want ′cause mami told me
"the world was yours" (uh-huh)

Street-struck, I played the corner like Ty Law
Permanent stain on my brain from shit that my eyes saw
Been through mad shit like Jaguar Paw
Got the power 'cause I was made in the image of God
Hit you in your arm, leg, leg, arm, last the head shot (bow)
Think he ′live, I turn your favorite rapper to dead stock
Leave 'em slumped in the junkyard like Redd Foxx
Cross the gun line, you better not
Nigga!

We never boost no sweaters out of S and Ds
boy, you ain′t fly
We ain't never clipped the alarm on no Iceberg
you ain't fly
You ain′t gettin′ no money
Sock it to my pocket

Ayo, man, you niggas know the vibes, it's the nice life, man
Influenyce Enterprise, man
You know what I′m sayin'?
Shit like that, man, niggas run it up
Compositor: J. Allen

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