Cops says that i’m looking suspicious
I say i’m black i will always be labeled as suspicious
This here a classic nothing like the Carter 5
Me and mines is just enough to go against your starting 5
I can do it all by my self
I’m in a presidential truck all (o) by (ba) my (ma) self
Safe to say that i was chilling yeah i tried to play it cool
Now i’ma walk on bodies my bottoms is looking like my Loubs
Damn
Yeah it’s a bloody picture
I’m so god gifted i don’t even write my scriptures
This flow is heaven sent
When i’m gone i want a monument
There’s only winners around me might as well bring the trophy in
Going for the gold like i’m Ethiopian
Ace of spades cause we deserve it n*gga we the champions
These n*ggas be my sons it’s like i’m watching nickelodeon
Do you know whats the feeling of being broke
When you come from a city for rappers like me there’s no hope
Your burgh acting like they blind but they know that you the goat
When you thinking about selling keys just to keep the boat afloat
Timbaland wanted to sign me but sadly he sold me hope
Was recognized by a legend and to me it’s really dope
Boujee as fuck i put lime in my rum and coke
Its prolly gon feel like heaven when i get to cop a ghost fuck n*gga
Champions was written by Young Mic.
Champions was produced by Young Devante.