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trapo - the award show كلمات أغنية

[verse]
usually ain’t no drama unless police trailin’ behind us
mistake the ford for the honda on purpose
once you’re black, light behind you
they’ll let bullets play surgeon on n_ggas all the time
the racist with a shield, trained to k!ll, white supremacists repair us
blue badges [?] want you mindless
solitary confinement, the same old
at a preteen, i finally saw hatred increase
where evil had me staggered in the form of a dagger draggin’ through granddaddy shoulder blade
hatred had us starstruck
but it was real and my uncle wasn’t the villain in the film
blood spilled on the carpet, we was all stuck
me and my cousin and ‘nem
just then, my outlook kinda changed
evil never leave a trace, lookin’ out for relatives and out for y’all
we can brawl if you bothered
been prepared for life’s gaunlet

[chorus]
award shows, they play favorites and they hate me
hand out trophies i ain’t brought back home yet
with me, shining
shining, brought back
with me, shining
[verse]
yeah, the world shady, ain’t too many in the shaded
the worthy disintegrated
teenagers with deadly phases are running the world
too early to sing in cages and mimicking birds
the flyer, the better
pray it don’t get you wet up, smoke for the popular fella
hang all the time, n_ggas envy when you shine
try to hide it and handshake
n_ggas been fake
n_ggas been fake

[chorus 2]
anyway, i’m in church, it’s going good
i leave church, it’s on the hood
you disrespect, you eat dirt, that’s understood

[verse]
this one might be better than my last one, bought the whip then i crashed it
try to fall in love
i wanna roll up, i wanna quit still
i want millions and clothes from goodwill
on the race to the cash
gas out the window, subliminals to the badge
this feelin’ is alright, this liquor is real strong
f_ck givin’ me advice, you dealin’ the wrong kind
this feelin’ just ain’t wrong, my scripture is too flawed
this liquor is too strong, i’m tellin’ the truth
pistols clean up by the gloves, chess moves gettin’ ready for the grudge
i watch out for these bloodsuckers, they be on depressed sh_t
‘a mess with your mind for them duckets in your wallet, they common
hidin’ in the bushes, they will show up when you look
and sneak and squeeze all in they hooks and verses
don’t say sh_t in person
it’s quiet for these n_ggas, cue the choirs and the violins
hide by computers
i can’t say that i can’t see you out here fallin’ from a distance
switch my pistol like the diction
he was makin’ interference while i’m clearly tryna have a good time with my n_ggas
ain’t i
gold bezels shine off the wrist, this’ll blind you, lil b_tch
you lil educated goddess
better than the models, i would grab but i’d rather grip cash
[chorus 2]
anyway, i’m in church, it’s going good
i leave church, it’s on the hood
you disrespect, you eat dirt, that’s understood

[verse]
you know my chill been on pause, no grip or hold on it lately
crazy
that’s what they gon’ call me when i blow up
your superior [?] make you think it
try not to blink at the award shows, they play favorites and they

[chorus 1]
award shows, they play favorites and they hate me
hand out trophies i ain’t brought back home yet
with me, shining
shining, brought back
with me, shining

[outro]
i wanna roll up, i wanna quit still
i want millions and clothes from
i wanna roll up, i just been too high
i wanna roll up, i want a tool still
i want a benz truck, clothes from goodwill

- trapo

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