Champion (feat. MESSIAH!)

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Official Lyrics

Champion (feat. MESSIAH!)

Search East, West, North,

But the champ right here!

Down south,

Left the bout, 

With a landslide win;

And my spare time spent,

With an airtight spliff,

Lookin’ for an opp head,

I can pair wine with;

And my karats solid,

We on Barry bond hit time,

Better stop it!

This that,

Rare gear you gotta stand in line to get;

Stop joking,

Shop open,

Like a pair of eyelids;

Like a maritime dive,

How I’m wearing my fit;

Like I’m staring down god, 

In the mirror, my twin!

And I carry Carolina everywhere that I been,

Lil baby, I’m him!

Mon cheri,

Put a machete tat,

On her lil neck, 

‘Cause I done put her in beheading class;

Told her when she done, 

To bring ‘em to me,

In her Telly bag;

Reeling in the heavy bass,

Inhale medic gas,

I just told the 12 I’m on a no swine,

Forever fast;

On they ass! 

Bet ya ass!

She asked about my zodiac,

and it was bagged;

Royal flush,

Winning hand;

Call his bluff,

Then his mans,

Tell him we done did him,

He won’t make it to the dinner plans;

Belaire out the ceiling with the middle man’s

dividends;

Name stay in demand,

Face hot, sizzling;

You hate, hot, and bitter, damn;

Here we go with this again,

Peter Pan,

Neverland pack,

In the law face; 

Pedal to the concrete,

Tell me how the sod taste! 

Crime pay,

Prime time spotlight rate;

But it ain’t no take two,

Rob Base outta date;

So don’t let it make you,

Every play got its stakes; 

Same way,

Every grave got a name in this game;

That’s why we take aim,

Bring it straight two the plate; 

Home run, 

Got it baked,

And deveined before we ate;

Saying grace over apes,

It’s the heavyweight titleholder;

The type to make these niggas grind they molars,

I done told you!

They say MESSIAH!

Like it’s ayatollah; 

The diamond cuts,

On my collar,

Is icy polar;

I might be bias but I don’t think niggas by us though,

You goin glock to toe,

With a frontline Charlotte soldier!

Produced by JayOhAye

Written by MESSIAH!

Engineered by MESSIAH!

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