Lyrics:
Hey Chris (Hi)
Yeah I just wanted to let you know
That you better get down here really fast
'Cause we're making a diss track on you unless you come
Lit like I'm living in Amsterdam
I'm born to be a champ
See through these bitches like a mammogram
My bitch black and white like she Sandra Bland
But
you know
The champ is here so you should know how it go
I might go
cnd switch it up i might go heel with the flow
Ok back up back up
Make my niggas act
Lighter flick like it was a Lil Wayne intro
Smoke up on the track that’s exactly what I’m here for
Didn’t wanna do it but y’all woke a sleeping giant
kicked out by this new home.
They probably kick it down at the Whaley house now
Old Town Road
Cars busting missions down the main road
Trying not to bust
yea that's why we hustle
Life is just a maze got to put together the puzzle
I did 3 years lika champ Muhammed Ali
If u cant see that I got it u gone
See I was told by my friends
Keep my head on my shoulders
Yeah I fly on them
Bought them a promise
Louis'll die novice, take notice
On my style I'm
brazen
We ain't doing drive by's won't send the hospital innocent patients
Gang hop out the whip and walk you down right here on the pavement
They call me
plenty more to shoutout but my verse is about to start so hold up
First things first rest in peace uncle Ben
Wise words make u a fucking inspiration
As I
These other rappers out here ninety nine less than Gretzky
Let's see, you fall for shit, I take a stance see
Co signed by noone, you'd think I'm my only
To bottom cards of title fights
Tonight
There's gonna be a bloodbath
But you and me were meant to be here
Struggling side by side
Tonight
We're gonna
it
Or get it tooken by another who deserve it
Listen, this is what it takes to survive today
Use your eyes, to my niggaz that's ride with me
Don't be late bop, eleven on the dot, honies flot
It's more dips then dicks, and nobody get shot
Stay here a little minute, then go harvest my crop
By
And headed for the Eiffel tower
And there the street merchants
Called us out by name
"Cool shades here for the Americans"
They said in their finest
my lank with some swank
Out here looking for gold rings to match my chain
Princess Cut Diamonds for the whole damn gang
None of the jewelry is paid for
you gramp
I never grew up a champ
Mama said I died with her in the womb
Mama says im here for more than she knew
Mama never said I can't
Mama says they
the most bait
They not for the blame, that's part of the game
Just giving free game cause I heard you was a lame
You niggas is champ and that shit is a shame
cpple butter from the apples of the tree out back
There's some cookies in the oven if you'd like a snack
Off in the distance you might here a little
The champ is here
We too official
Extraordinaire
It's all fair
Till you cross me
Now you shh get me
I don't know what to say
(REEK DA FUCKING RULA that's what
down without a fight refuse to let 'em take away all my stripes
With mixed emotions I need my mama right by my side
And if I'm in trouble I know shorty
Yeah
And this is just my Destiny written for me
The hidden story
My name was written in the stars the new Hercules at large
Greek God I'm in charge
Yeah
You know what we doin' right here ha
The gang
Yeah its Delingo
Che che
We came in the game where the cash at
Running the same where the racks
snowblowers
Steel n winters are cold
But the roar is colder
You know it's called Ren City
And fuck yeah you like the way that sounds
We already tag champs
bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla,
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