Champions Paroles

Remember my first single?
Chyea well it’s doing great right now
Took a 5 hunded thov off the gate
Straight to the bank right now
Shit gets wicked in my city so i got a semi in a race right now
Everybody f**kin with me and if you ain’t then you outta place right now
Everybody ain’t real
Everybody can’t be us
Everybody stay losin, that makes us champions
I take that title,till they wave like that tidal
Introducin me to billy jean, shit i’ll take that michael
Tryna bring the paper in, my paper thin like that binle
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I came strainght from sellin nickel bags
Out my baby momma pad just to get a meal
Straight from puttin similac in a raw mile bag tryna make a steal
Straight from i thousand cd’s with my name on it
Opposite of what the game wanted, mofucka we just tryna get a meal
Not a shaker grad boy, signed to the bad boy
I ain’t gettin? keg no bits and make another babd homeboy Imma talk my shit, bitch i came into the game as rookie of the year
Blake griffin, kyree amaree stoudemire
Yea and still couple people gotta problen with me at hater magazine
< I mean fader magazine, tell the journalist to suck my simma sack of jeans
Choke mofucka , choke man and my fans will knock your f**kin magazine
Lucky i don’t have jermaine come up in your office and load up a f**kin magazine
Chalemagne don’t like me, what’s his name won’t fight me
I’m a hype individual god damnit hype lives hind me
Maybe cuz i wasn’t a good kid in a maad city like kendrick
I was just little bad mofucka beggin landlorsds to be a tenant
Beggin everyone to give my song a listen, tryna get up out a shitty job position
Tryna get a 24 karat gold toilet cuz i never had a pot to piss in
But it’s ok i’m still maintaining…..
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