Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Huhhh
Hoo-wuhh-uhh
A the ProGang
Bam Nation
Me a aim fi the top yow
Money affi make, me cya stop now
Nah stop hustle till me drop down
Stacking up the cash and make it pile up until it can't done
Obstacles will make life seem hopeless
If yuh pree haters, that a more stress
Bad energy them have, It no good fi me health
So me affi cut ties with all fake friends (Fake friends)
Remember days we use to struggle
Say we nah come out to nothing
Now we hotter than the oven (Hoooo)
Couple millions in a the duffel (Yeah)
Full a pretty queens and me have them just a shuffle
From me little, a them life yah me dream of
A nuff fight man pass through fi reach yah
I learned a lot and life was my teacher
Now me have Benz and the mansion feature
Them no wah see ghetto youths win and live good life
(Them no wah see)
But them wah see we six foot deep in a jacket and tie, yeah
Nah make them stop fi me glory
Me a hunt fi the gold and the trophy
Third eye open fi fakes weh deh round me
Me god bless, jah love surround me
Man a born winner
Hotting up the place, turn up the temperature
Bay gal see we and them wah take picture
Sport mode, me a blast off in a Beamer
Yow Skram Bam, gwaan stack some high figures
Member the days when we couldn't find dinner
How yuh fi try stop mama bread winner
Dark and cold, me them cya run in a (Hoo-ooo)
In a streets, we no form fool
So no boy cya take we fi cartoon
Thugs rough from when them a gah school
Boy affi run up and down like baboon
Yeah we been through the worst
So many adverse
Poverty a real curse
Put in the work and then me emerge
Them no wah see ghetto youths win and live good life
(Them no wah see)
But them wah see we six foot deep in a jacket and tie, yeah
Nah make them stop fi me glory
Me a hunt fi the gold and the trophy
Third eye open fi fakes weh deh round me
Me god bless, jah love surround me
Ezentron - Trophy Hunt Lyrics
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Huhhh
Hoo-wuhh-uhh
A the ProGang
Bam Nation
Me a aim fi the top yow
Money affi make, me cya stop now
Nah stop hustle till me drop down
Stacking up the cash and make it pile up until it can't done
Obstacles will make life seem hopeless
If yuh pree haters, that a more stress
Bad energy them have, It no good fi me health
So me affi cut ties with all fake friends (Fake friends)
Remember days we use to struggle
Say we nah come out to nothing
Now we hotter than the oven (Hoooo)
Couple millions in a the duffel (Yeah)
Full a pretty queens and me have them just a shuffle
From me little, a them life yah me dream of
A nuff fight man pass through fi reach yah
I learned a lot and life was my teacher
Now me have Benz and the mansion feature
Them no wah see ghetto youths win and live good life
(Them no wah see)
But them wah see we six foot deep in a jacket and tie, yeah
Nah make them stop fi me glory
Me a hunt fi the gold and the trophy
Third eye open fi fakes weh deh round me
Me god bless, jah love surround me
Man a born winner
Hotting up the place, turn up the temperature
Bay gal see we and them wah take picture
Sport mode, me a blast off in a Beamer
Yow Skram Bam, gwaan stack some high figures
Member the days when we couldn't find dinner
How yuh fi try stop mama bread winner
Dark and cold, me them cya run in a (Hoo-ooo)
In a streets, we no form fool
So no boy cya take we fi cartoon
Thugs rough from when them a gah school
Boy affi run up and down like baboon
Yeah we been through the worst
So many adverse
Poverty a real curse
Put in the work and then me emerge
Them no wah see ghetto youths win and live good life
(Them no wah see)
But them wah see we six foot deep in a jacket and tie, yeah
Nah make them stop fi me glory
Me a hunt fi the gold and the trophy
Third eye open fi fakes weh deh round me
Me god bless, jah love surround me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Huhhh
Hoo-wuhh-uhh
A the ProGang
Bam Nation
Me a aim fi the top yow
Money affi make, me cya stop now
Nah stop hustle till me drop down
Stacking up the cash and make it pile up until it can't done
Obstacles will make life seem hopeless
If yuh pree haters, that a more stress
Bad energy them have, It no good fi me health
So me affi cut ties with all fake friends (Fake friends)
Remember days we use to struggle
Say we nah come out to nothing
Now we hotter than the oven (Hoooo)
Couple millions in a the duffel (Yeah)
Full a pretty queens and me have them just a shuffle
From me little, a them life yah me dream of
A nuff fight man pass through fi reach yah
I learned a lot and life was my teacher
Now me have Benz and the mansion feature
Them no wah see ghetto youths win and live good life
(Them no wah see)
But them wah see we six foot deep in a jacket and tie, yeah
Nah make them stop fi me glory
Me a hunt fi the gold and the trophy
Third eye open fi fakes weh deh round me
Me god bless, jah love surround me
Man a born winner
Hotting up the place, turn up the temperature
Bay gal see we and them wah take picture
Sport mode, me a blast off in a Beamer
Yow Skram Bam, gwaan stack some high figures
Member the days when we couldn't find dinner
How yuh fi try stop mama bread winner
Dark and cold, me them cya run in a (Hoo-ooo)
In a streets, we no form fool
So no boy cya take we fi cartoon
Thugs rough from when them a gah school
Boy affi run up and down like baboon
Yeah we been through the worst
So many adverse
Poverty a real curse
Put in the work and then me emerge
Them no wah see ghetto youths win and live good life
(Them no wah see)
But them wah see we six foot deep in a jacket and tie, yeah
Nah make them stop fi me glory
Me a hunt fi the gold and the trophy
Third eye open fi fakes weh deh round me
Me god bless, jah love surround me
Writer: Alex Johnson
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