People's Champ

I'mma different breed, I am what you need I just plant the seed and create MCs That grow up like me, NASCAR on TV Root for number three, here's the checkered flag Let me grab a Coors and take a picture with this Kodak Sterling Marlin sponsors, only rednecks gon' know that Whitey stompin' rappers like a West Virginia toe tap Sick as fuckin' not rockin' the hazmat, or dumb mask Only rockin' this Caucasian baddie with a fat ass Yeah, whip that thing like a brand new Hellcat Drillin' holes in the game like a stuck thermostat Don't act like you won't come back if you reachin' from the doormat You say you want a feat'? Here's two, where the door at? These rappers fake work and they ain't never had a sore back Lookin' at a hammer and nails like it's an ancient artifact Rap's an art in fact, if the goals are bags, prepare to get slashed Hope the doctor used a hemostat in med class Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player Give my pen a IV of blood comin' out of me So I can live through my lyrics, and write to my heartbeat I wasn't invited here, I showed up without askin' Anybody who says something gettin' dropped like Ben Askren Waking up the next morning, eat a bowl of milk and Aspirin Reading tweets about yourself until your eyeballs feel like plastic Eyes lookin' pink, my shit about you becomes classic, huh Me callin' you a pussy is your career's biggest asset All I hear is I'm the goat, well I'm a grizzly bear, you faggot My enemy's the Taliban, I'm Full Metal Jacket And this mass murder mind on the mic is now a habit Every time I drop an album, I caught me a couple caskets Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player Overall, everyone can suck my balls Imagine if I didn't like you and I popped me a couple of Adderalls Behind me, no lateral, hail Mary fo' sho No ending, so I'm goin' down white, Tupac Shakur And you won't have to miss me 'cause the bullets always miss me My diss ain't a freebie, cost a hundred racks for you to eat my debris And good luck to the mainstream, I seen that you tried to dub me But there's only one Tennessee nominee and I'm that honky And for the record, if I was Morgan Wallen I'd tell the label check their wallet Remind them who makes the dollars for 'em No, I don't dislike him, if anything I got his back Even if he said cracker and his skin was pitch black Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player