Quando Rondo, NBA YoungBoy – Trophies Lyrics

Lyrics Trophies – Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

One time send a prayer to the savior
This for my n**ga locked in prison, or the one in the graveyard
Inshallah, can you do me a favor
Open my eyes so I can separate the real from the fake ones

Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin’ to the sky before we load up and spin it
Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
S**t, I’m a ticket, if the catch me they collectin’ a million
Stupid decisions got my n**ga doin’ ten up in prison
We was born to take a fall, that’s just the color our skin is

Babygirl, I need you on my side just from the way that I’m livin’
I’m in my aunty Freda house, I’m poppin’ Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
Unc’ said, Don’t pull that heater out unless you shootin’ to kill it
I’m livin’ life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the Fifth if I’m guilty
All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin’ like Timmy

California reppin’, independent, pistol slangin’, I’m bangin’
To the day I die, you know I’m in it, until then, I maintain it
I tote that fire, Peezy a trapper, fifty-five for a painkiller
He don’t comply, he got to die
You see that rapper , I stained him
Three-hundred-thousand up in twenties
Who go the hardest, We catch him
Cob, he record me like a artist, met that boy up in Texas
Pab tryna dodge these RICO charges like Young Thug, that my best friend
B**ch, I’m a problem and I promise, you gon’ leave on a stretcher
And I just wanna rock this size, from Miami to Texas
Plain Jane Rollie on my wife, I spent a buck on a neckless
Say, Lil’ whoadie, I’m just grindin’, tryna run me a check up
He spent six-figures on her body back-to-back, she next up

Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin’ to the sky before we load up and spin it
Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
S**t, I’m a ticket, if the catch me they collectin’ a million
Stupid decisions got my n**ga doin’ ten up in prison
We was born to take a fall, that’s just the color our skin is

Babygirl, I need you on my side just from the way that I’m livin’
I’m in my aunty Freda house, I’m poppin’ Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
Unc’ said, Don’t pull that heater out unless you shootin’ to kill it
I’m livin’ life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the Fifth if I’m guilty
All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin’ like Timmy

You know, I ain’t, I ain’t really trippin’ on this s**t that they call life
You know, ’cause we live to die, you know
You know, I’ma die filthy rich though, you know, f**k ’em…

➤ Written by Quando Rondo, vickyferribeats, DVOSK & CxbGoCrazy
Album: 3860
Produced by vickyferribeats, DVOSK & CxbGoCrazy
Quando Rondo | NBA YoungBoy | 2022

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