Trophies - Slim Thug

Still here 15 summers

I been balling since the baby Hummers

You wanna talk to me, talk numbers

I ain’t tryna see you, Stevie Wonder

I’m just tryna pay my child support, man

And still have some leftover balling change

See, I came a long way from ripping wood grain

And repping about my new piece of chains

Nowadays I be pulling up like the boss

Crow steel cost more than a house

Used to steal cars living on and off

Now everything I drive is paid off

I be hopping out the Ghost with two trophies

Walking in the crib, got them canned groceries

Bitch, I’m the boss, you can’t coach me

Better get your weight up before you come approach me

Thugga

I been racking Rollies since the small faces

I done had a grill when you had braces

I’m shaking all snakes, avoid all cases

Tryna make another mil', still paper chasing

You can stay broke if you want to

But I’m addicted to getting me something new

That’s why you see me riding clean like I do

Fresh kicks, fresh fit, new bitch, too

You only get one life, better ball, nigga

Fuck settling for less, I want it all, nigga

I’m too tired to do anything small, nigga

That’s why my AKA boss hard, nigga

I done seen it all, done it all twice

I feel like I’m going on my third life

If you real you should take this here advice

Grind hard till you get your paper right

Lead a boss life, nigga