Championship DNA (Freestyle)

Kobe with the work
I been a champion, you perezoso
I’m going loco, before I stay local
It’s all in my genes, I was born to be vocal

Before I had budget, I worked on the follow-through
Some need the wave before they can acknowledge you
I found myself burning blunts off in solitude
I live with pressure that’d prolly demolish you
I’m always here like the contents of follicles
I’m the emoji that’s sporting the monocle
I question everything, I see the God in you

I fell from grace, just to feed all my demons
I ate the apple, then smoked in the evening
I got the knowledge of all your treason

We should move lumber the way we bring trees in
I’m cool with the fall, dawg that my favorite season, I may just win turn
Up, all throughout summer, Charlotte born Autumn is my favorite singer

Out in the city, please check your demeanor
Your energy predicates what you’re receiving
I got em conditioned to grow from the leaving
This style come so natural, I don’t need a feature

Look at my features, I kill whatever I speak on
There’s death in linguistics
Don’t turn me sadistic
The metal get twisted
That's flame to your head
Legacy all we have when we dead
She lay in my bed, I pick the brain, I’m concerned with the head

Yea she got a leg up on competition, she gotta come first to win this mission
Chokeholds were always her fav submission
Pussy was always my favorite sinning
Liquor was second until I kicked
I might be drunk by the time you listen
Cyclical breaks just to dodge conniptions

Uber everywhere when the henny involved
I just caught a bag, but ain’t no trickin’ it off
I lost all my morals when the Remy dissolved
Here we go again, it’s like I live at the mall
Always on the grind, I had to pivot to ball
Copper spoon at birth I had to polish it off
First my cup was empty had to settle for froth
Now I’m overflowing and they topping me off

Damn back on my shit, out in the bull
Yea
Polly in Durham, then back I go back to my hood
Roll up some blunts, tell all my folk to come through
Look
I’m picky as fuck, so if I pick you, you cool

Aye
Back on my shit, out in the Bull
Yea
Polly in Durham, then I go back to my hood
Aye
Roll up some blunts, tell all my folk to come through
Aye
I'm picky as fuck, so if I pick you, you cool