Lyrics:
a soul
I still post up in my hood
The left hand work the gold
My right hand on the dice and
Five grand on the Rolls
I ain't speak to the weatherman but
play with
Come at me wrong, I'll knock you out just like a light switch
The "C" in my name, that stands for "Champion"
So if you think I'ma lose, well
wages
1 big track pay all your wages
Try chat but I'm doing
What you can't do
You ain't in my lane nah I passed you,
He said he could spit bars right
I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
with these police niggas or these bitches
Said they gon' ride, but they the ones snitching
My shawty gon' ride for me, bro, she the realest
Hit from
out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask
I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor
Yo I swore I was a goner for sure
He
I been spending most my nights at the West Inn
I been working don't got time for a groupie hoe
Said she pulling up I told her bring her best friend
I
that escrow
Fuckin' hard with hard hitters like I fuck in staccato
When I say that I'm here, you better pull up quick
Green don't wait for no one, I'm
pussy can't tie man down
Bellama dey give me
Champion sounds (Uhhhhhh)
No time
So I take my chance
Sit down
Make my chairman stand
Knock knock
Who dey cum
Well you tell me you love me and I'm all right
Simple as that like the tail of a kite
And the old legionnaires well they're spoiling for a fight
twenty-twenty vision was right on her butt
I caught up with her, I said, "You look so fine
I swear to God I wish you was mine"
She said, "Hey boy, you're
on her butt
I caught up with her, I said, "you look so fine
I swear to god I wish you was mine"
She said, "hey boy, you're Spoonie gee"
"that's right
to you
Ah nor go able change me mind
You another man a lock for him
But what me say, what inna right
Me say that be alright
But be champion of the eyes
a King
Yeah in my own right
Rolling up green broccoli color of a can of Sprite
Beat her kitty till she silly and can't stand upright
She gonna remember
a King
Yeah in my own right
Rolling up green broccoli color of a can of Sprite
Beat her kitty till she silly and can't stand upright
She gonna remember
Chorus:
She want to take me home, lay me up inside her home
She want to turn me on, breakfast in the mornin'
She said "daddy let me take ya home,
back
Touched by the hit stick
My gravy shooter's for coverin' biscuits
Leave like a foreign, hit you with the kiss kiss
I mind my own business (You
was down with you so I couldn't stand it
Don't try to lie don't try to cry
Ain't nothing more for us to talk about
Like un to said take two steps
issue was I was too fucked up to write bars
Hell, my ass thought I woke up on a hotel in Mars
I was flying my spaceship, I was hoping by the stars
Then I
, "I'm not going econ-, um, economy")
Yeah, right, why?
(Stormzy is my son)
Brap
I've been the G.O.A.T. for so long I guess it's not excitin' when I
And the middle men
Tell'em Keep ya head up
Stack ya money and get ya bread up
Stay the course until the plans up
Gotta man up
Hold it down but always stand up for
and Everything
We stepping up, we get it back in blood and that's to Let them know
We cause a problem by the people, niggas that just Sigh it go
We came from
to strip from they designer clothes
Don't ask for favors most people never do right with those
Can't Jack me later just know that these records bout to blow
and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.
Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for
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