Lyrics:
deeper than war
Gotta sleep with a eye open and heat by the door
Used to chop it and jig it at my brother's house
And kept it 2-2 in the 3-2 at my mother's
It's 3:30 in the morning and we still up
Just chilling by the island playing flip cup (Yeah)
Couple broads in the bathroom, fixin they makeup
Then we
don't know me (smash)
I put the ice in the Rollie (ice)
I'm a champion, Kobe (champion)
It's Migo, Migo, Steve Aoki (oh)
Play with that key like piano
the door,
Shop was down the road,
Didn't wanna miss the show,
On TV, then,
Five feds, that were parked in a VV,
Jumped out, with their waps,
Soon as they
?
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door?
(Come on down off that ladder) uh,
growl, throbbing hunger
Out-rhyming everyone, God just give me one shot
I swear that I won't let you down
I'ma be around forever, entertain even in
back with you
I’ma be a champion
that’s what you always told me
I’ma be the best of the best of the best
like you told me to be
three point fade, I’ma
Champion
I think I’m on a roll now
I think I gotta go now
No 407 but they wish I’m on a toll now
And they hate that every win I gotta hold down
Street, come on
Verse 1
Bun B:
You see the sun goin' down and the moon starts to rise
The winds pickin' up and there's lightning in the skies
Everything
teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors
since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
face on board
I'm driving in a benz in the hills
And me tell you what's up
You wanna be number one
For how long?
Oh
Everybody wanna be champion
So hold
ain't defined by limits
I Don't need no permission to live it
I'm a break thru the door til I get in
Everything that I got I'm a give it
100 Percent and I
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
with
Me sitting next to her
Nicki Minaj has fallen asleep
We are at Barclays Center in one of
The dressing rooms, which are low
Low beneath Brooklyn
The enemy be tryna bury me in shame and misery,
But in the Name of Jesus, I'm a champion in Christ,
I got the victory!! The victory!! HcLLELUJcH for
Lost a ounce in the kitchen
I could hardly recoup
Caught 3 straight cases
One I was falsely accused
Couldn't afford no lawyer
They treat me like I'm
back in nine-three
Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in
the people my goals getting close
So that's why my bars more broken
And I never leave my back door open
Why I trust less and I move by my doley
It left me
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
in my self so I can't expect nothing from you
At twenty three on the cover you'll see
I had to stop focus on who and what not in front of me -ugh
This champion ring, diamonds dancin' like Breezy (ayy, ayy)
I drop the top on the S63
Flyer than my opps, see they envy me
Passin' it off like CP3
back down
All the ones that used to hate me
How does karma sound?
All these rappers think they're hot
I'll have to calm them down like
1 gone, 2 gone, 3
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth
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