Paranoid Trophies
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Paranoid Trophies

Clinton Moore
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TrapMelodic DrillChicago DrillMelancholicReflectiveParanoidFlexingStreet

This is a melodic, pain-filled drill track in the signature style of Chicago drill. The song explores the paranoia that comes with fame and money, questioning the motives of the women attracted to his success and contrasting the emptiness of luxury with the genuine bonds of the streets.

TypeSong
Views12
Duration2:57
Tempo152 BPM
KeyG# Minor
Time Signature4/4
(Intro) (A sad, looping piano melody plays over a subtle pad. The hi-hats start ticking.) Yeah, yeah... You know how it get, man. For the gang. Let's get it.

[Chorus] Got these racks on me, now they treat me like a king (Like a king) But is you here for me or the diamonds in my ring? (In my ring, for real) All this money like a trophy, all these hoes a trophy (They trophies) But I clutch the Glock 'cause my heart feel lonely, I'm paranoid, for real. I be buyin' Birkins but I know her love is fake (I know it's fake) How you say you love me, you ain't know the risks I take? (The risks I take) Everythin' a trophy, man, the watches and the cake (All this cake) But I'd trade it all to know who solid and who snake.

[Verse 1] She ain't know my name when I was sleepin' on the floor (On the floor) Now she screamin' out my name and knockin' at my door (At my door) Textin' me on Insta', sayin' she ain't like before (You a lie) She seen me in that Lambo truck and wanna ride for sure (Skrrt) I take her out to Nobu, she be orderin' the crab I be lookin' in her eyes, I know it's all for the tab (It's for the tab) She wanna post a picture, put my chains out on the 'gram This the type of shit that get you caught up in a jam (Man, what?) I came from the trenches, really watchin' homies die So I can't trust a smile, I just look you in your eye You say you down to ride, but is you really down to slide? When them feds come and get me, is you really gon' be my bride? (Gang)

[Chorus] Got these racks on me, now they treat me like a king (Like a king) But is you here for me or the diamonds in my ring? (In my ring, for real) All this money like a trophy, all these hoes a trophy (They trophies) But I clutch the Glock 'cause my heart feel lonely, I'm paranoid, for real. I be buyin' Birkins but I know her love is fake (I know it's fake) How you say you love me, you ain't know the risks I take? (The risks I take) Everythin' a trophy, man, the watches and the cake (All this cake) But I'd trade it all to know who solid and who snake.

[Verse 2] I put VVS's in the bezel, that's a different level (Ice) But every time I level up, I swear I see the devil (I see the devil) He be in the DMs of my girl, he in my circle He the reason why I gotta keep a Glock for my survival (Grrah) Money make you evil, I done seen it with my eyes The closest ones to you be the ones wearin' a disguise I can't even celebrate, I'm thinkin' 'bout the guys Shout out to the gang, for all the guys, I swear to God we ride (For the guys) So when she tell me that she love me, I just look and laugh You wasn't with me in that struggle, you can't get the other half You see the foreigns back-to-back, you do the math But you ain't see the tears I cried, I had to carve a different path.

(Outro) (Beat continues with the sad piano) Yeah... Paranoid... Is you here for me, for real? Or is you here for the backends... The trenches know... Gang. (Piano melody fades out)
VisibilityPublic
SlideshowNo
CreatorClinton Moore
LanguageEnglish
Date AddedOctober 16, 2025
TrapMelodic DrillChicago DrillMelancholicReflectiveParanoidFlexingStreetMale Rapper/Singer (Heavymelodic Auto-Tune)Somber Piano LoopHard 808s with slidesComplex Hi-Hat PatternsCracking Drill SnaresSubtle String PadSunoGemini (Google)
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