**[INTRO]** (Heavy 808 distortion kicks in immediately) (Sound of a trophy being placed on a glass table) Yeah. You know the aesthetic. It’s Trophy Talk. If it ain’t about the gold, don’t even fold the bills. Joffy. [Set it up!] [Yeah!] [Skrrt!] **[VERSE 1]** I’m in the lab with the **automatic vision**, Calculating every move with **systematic mission**. Leather on the seats, yeah that’s **Italian transition**, Prada on the feet, I don’t **value competition**. [No!] Watch the way I pivot, keep the **narrative shifting**, Diamonds in the pendant, yeah the **character lifting**. [Ice!] I’m the architect, I’m the **sovereign in the building**, Orchestrating plays for the **modem and the millions**. Staccato with the flow, I’m a **menace on the rhythm**, Break ‘em out the cage, yeah I’m **clearing out the prison**. Heavyweight champ, keep the **trophy on the mantle**, Too much heat to hold, I’m a **load you couldn’t handle**. [Facts!] I don’t take a chance, boy, I **calibrate the outcome**, Listen to the bass, yeah the **calories are mountain**. Rick Owens drapes, yeah I’m **fitted for the funeral**, Killing every beat, I’m the **pivot in the numeral**. [Yeah!] **[CHORUS]** Watch how I set it up, bet it up, never gon’ let it up, Platinum on the neck, check the tech, yeah I’m fed enough! [Woo!] Told ‘em it’s trophy talk, only walk where the heavy stuck, Orchestrate the play, broad day, yeah we set it up! [Set it up!] Yeah, we set it up, get the bread, then we fed it up, Designer on the lens, tell my friends that we sped it up! [Skrrt!] Everything custom, if I bust ‘em, they dead enough, Joffy in the zone, on the throne, yeah I set it up! **[VERSE 2]** Look— I’m the orchestrator, **manifestation master**, Moving with the silence, I’m the **devastation factor**. [Quiet!] I don’t do the talking, I just **finalize the blueprints**, Stepping on the scene, leave ‘em **paralyzed by shoe prints**. That’s Maison Margiela, keep the **metadata private**, Flying in the jet, I’m the **elevated pilot**. [Brrr!] The grind is a ritual, **spiritual success**, Winning is a habit, I’m the **miracle at best**. [Trophy Talk!] I’m stacking up the hardware, **heavyweight lifting**, While you’re playing small, yeah the **levy might be shifting**. I set the trap, then I **calculate the closure**, Professional at work, I don’t **calculate exposure**. Need the wire sent, keep the **currency in motion**, Flowing like the tide, I’m the **current in the ocean**. From the basement to the penthouse, **leveling the score**, I don’t knock on doors, boy, I’m **leveling the floor**! [Boom!] **[CHORUS]** Watch how I set it up, bet it up, never gon’ let it up, Platinum on the neck, check the tech, yeah I’m fed enough! [Woo!] Told ‘em it’s trophy talk, only walk where the heavy stuck, Orchestrate the play, broad day, yeah we set it up! [Set it up!] Yeah, we set it up, get the bread, then we fed it up, Designer on the lens, tell my friends that we sped it up! [Skrrt!] Everything custom, if I bust ‘em, they dead enough, Joffy in the zone, on the throne, yeah I set it up! **[OUTRO]** [Yeah] [Set it up] Check the blueprint. If it ain't a win, it ain't on the schedule. I don't play the game, I organize the results. Trophy Room. The gold stays with me. [Trophy Talk!] [Skrrt!] [Yeah!] (Beat fades out with a sharp metallic clink)
