Mike WiLL Made-It

Trophies

by Mike WiLL Made-It

[Intro: F. Mills]
Remember that "No Rules" sh*t. Yeah we still on that, Trek Gang
(Trek Gang tag)
Let's go

[Verse 1: F. Mills]
Changed my career less than a year tho
Got all them stares like that boy must be a weirdo
Could not care less, I know I don't belong right here though
Didn't ask no questions I just flipped that sh*t like pillows
I told y'all muf*ckas
I just went and did my sh*t though
f*ck all them haters
They just hate there from the window
I'm really out here
What the f*ck I got this pen for
I write the sh*t you wanna hear
It's just that simple
Don't owe y'all muf*ckas
Man this sh*t is not a love song
This is a "f*ck them haters wanting all hugs" song
This a "f*ck them hoes forever in the club" song
This a "pop the champaign in the club" song
n*gga I'm above y'all, damn

[Chorus: Drake]
What's the move? Can I tell the truth?
If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
sh*t don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, n*gga

[Verse 2: Drake]
Had hit records on my demo
Did y'all boys not get the memo?
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental
I own that mu'f*cka
Figured out this sh*t is simple
My stock been going up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But n*gga, I do not wanna be friends though
I told y'all mu'f*ckas
Man, this sh*t is not a love song
This a "f*ck-a-stripper-on-the-mink-rug" song
This a "f*ck-them-boys, forever-hold-a-grudge" song
"Pop-some-f*cking-champagne-in-the-tub" song
n*gga, "just-because" song
Damn

[Chorus: Drake]
What's the move? Can I tell the truth?
If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
sh*t don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, n*gga

[Verse 3: Drake]
b*tch I go to Dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like "I heard all your n*ggas stay where you stay"
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days
b*tch, I use a Walkie-Talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed, f*ck the credit
b*tch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it
I told y'all mu'f*ckas
Man, this sh*t is not a love song
This a "doing-me-and-only-God-can-judge" song
"I-do-not-know-what-the-f*ck-you-thought-it-was" song
"Pop-some-f*cking-champagne-in-the-tub" song
n*gga, "just because" song
Damn

[Chorus: Drake]
What's the move? Can I tell the truth?
If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
sh*t don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, n*gga

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