Trophy Kids (Original) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lights, camera, Action Bronson
Got a sign on my mic and it says “Use caution”
In pillow fights with a rocket launcher
Do your toys like my samples, flip your Tonka
Battlefield flow, no codes to Contra
New-tube your troop, no-scope your sponsor
I’m a level up demon, huh!
Wasting time on these hip hop dreams, I gotta go
Whip it out, nutted on a tramp stamp
I send a freckle-faced b*tch to my Bandcamp
Cause I don’t rap, I do magic
Get silly on trash pop singers who faking in the industry, yah
Make a lot of money, moving cash, boys
f*ck them rich kids, n*gga, I never had toys
I ain’t hood, I’m human, I had it bad like Usher
So for them coins, I’ll Mario uppercut ya (Boom!)
Now tell me who’s the man with the plan
I show hoes my di*k, turn fans into stans
I prеdict by the age of 29
I’ll have my own Buddhist chant likе Killa Cam
I am no joker, Heath Ledger to your Val Kilmer
Batman, now who’s the man? (Devan!)
No b*tch, it’s Dévon
Accent, accent, listen to my songs
I’m the one like Neo but more like Geo (Pow!)
Power guys, use bricks and the kilos
Nerd gangsta, slinging with a Wiimote
Tell a b*tch to strip and count back from zero
(Count back from zero)
(Count back from zero)
(Count back from zero)
[Verse 2]
Not a predator, I just say what I want
Unfiltered, no time for editors
f*ck my competitors, this is the Olympics
Set a world record and flip off the gymnast
I got the belt now, I’m not letting it go
I got in my clutches, you can suck my di*k, hater
Darth Vader, breath hard, wake neighbors
Keep a white b*tch tricking like Kate Favor
I only play the games that I win at
And only f*ck b*tches with stamina, n*gga, swing cash
Start first, always finish last
Bank statement, I got an allergy to cash
Can I get a loan? (No)
Can I get some cake? (No)
I’m going through a phase (Why?)
Broke n*gga ways
So here goes an I.O.U for today
Please accept this, baby (Please accept this, baby)
The only woman in my life
Is the one whose pus*y I popped out of in ’89
They call her the Breachpert, get it?
That’s cause instead of my head, I came out cheeks first (Ha!)
Breach of a contract, breach of my confidence
Breach a corner store, so I didn’t have to rhyme for rent
The saying's true, a house ain’t a home
Cause even in my room, I lived in my headphones
[Chorus]
We just some n*ggas fresh out of a two year bid (What?)
Trying to show these broke n*ggas how we live (Yeah)
Don’t even ask, n*gga, what we did
And don’t call us twins
Call us Trophy Kids (What’s that name, n*gga?)
Trophy Kids, fresh outta jail from a two year bid (Oh my god)
Trophy Kids, don’t even ask, n*gga, what we did (What'd you do!?)

[Outro]
Yeah, no, seriously
What'd you do though?