Champion

[Intro]
Yeah
A motherfucking champion
You know the grind don't stop
Let's get it
Yeah

[Hook]
I'm a motherfucking champion
And can't nobody ever tell me shit
Cause I'm a motherfucking champion
Don't do it for the gram, do it for the hood
Yeah lil hoe
Cause I'm a motherfucking champion
Even momma know I am a champion
Put the gang on, I am a champion
It ain't just the shirt, I'm a champion
Put in a lot of work I am a champion

[Verse 1]
I swear they changing like the seasons
If I'm not mistaken
They wasn't there during the process, ain't no conversation
Hard to say if they should stay if they ain't trynna grow
Bro, if she ain't fucking then she gotta go, adios
I stay humble with my ten toes down
That's on the floor
How you on the web right now and faking woke
It's like you wasting time if you ain't paper stacking
That ain't everything, but words just don't compare to action
Ain't no distraction to knock me off the hustle
All that extra shit for dough, is stupid, not no truffle
I'm from the era where rappers were strangers to the mumble
Drug dealer music, no man purse, you in the jungle
If I eat, we all do, thats how it gotta be
Money make you a act like a bitch, when on a shopping spree
I'm on the train thinking lord, and I'm knocking Flee
Loyalty and trust above it all, if you do not agree
Then fuck you

[Hook]
I'm a motherfucking champion
And can't nobody ever tell me shit
Cause I'm a motherfucking champion
Don't do it for the gram, do it for the hood
Yeah lil hoe
Cause I'm a motherfucking champion
Even momma know I am a champion
Put the gang on, I am a champion
It ain't just the shirt, I'm a champion
Put in a lot of work I am a champion

[Verse 2]
Levels to it, diamond bezel dripping that shit fluid
Thinking EM, I didn't see him as a bad influence
They telling me my shit sick, it's like I brought the flu with
You couldn't show me how to make a mill if you ain't do it
Yeah /
You couldn't understand the feeling
Good and bad memories and shit I gotta deal with
Money, cars and women, it ain't really so appealing
When the purpose of this journey is the opposite of chilling, look
Yeah
They wouldn't understand the vision
Reflected it through music, execute it with precision
Minimalistic thinking stuck in the front the television
We're given 24 hours, how you spend em it's your decision, homie

Yeah
Wake the fuck up
You a champion
Yeah
Nothing less