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trophy kids (original) - devon hendryx 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 d*ck, turn fans into stans
i prеdict by the age of 29
i’ll have my own buddhist chant likе k!lla 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 d*ck, 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 p*ssy 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?

- devon hendryx lyrics

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