*monologue*
Champ
Bitches all on my line, had to hit decline, though
Niggas wanna talk down when they talkin' to a giant, though
I'm done doin' crimes but, everybody know I'm lyin', though
Sometimes gotta live kinda' low, just to get to where you tryna go
I done fucked all kinda of hoes and been high of all kinda of smoke (Kinda of smoke)
GPD, just cop a bow then flip them O's till they adios (Adios)
Treat the trap like a stop and go, pullin' more strings that Rock n' Roll
I'll pull a light skin then Rock the Boat, then knock it just like Rocky, hoe
To them hoes tryna act freaky, you a quick nut, you a cheap skeet
Niggas ain't got Tinder, Love, and Care, that's why end up Creep, creep
I'ma Roadrunner like meep-meep, be more clean then a neat freak
I know these niggas wanna sleep me but I meet up with they bitches discretely
Realest you know, I'm known to kill it flows, and I just got my a load
Gettin' this dough, nah, I ain't whippin' no bowl, a nigga just flippin' them O's
I don't relax, get to this paper like fax, smokin' my wood with some hash
These niggas mad, ball hog with my gas 'cause niggas ain't gettin' a pass
These niggas trash, when I see 'em I just laugh, bruh, I got this in the bag
Loui V. baggage, rock it like a habit, fuck a snow rabbit, then smoke on some cabbage
I stay attackin' when these niggas lackin', they say they 'bout it 'til you see 'em in action
King of my palace, these niggas average, I'm hard as a hammer they softer then fabric
Hoe's call me daddy, they diggin' my fashion, I dig in that pussy when I bend her Backwards
Bitches all on my line, had to hit decline, though
Niggas wanna talk down when they talkin' to a giant, though
I'm done doin' crimes but, everybody know I'm lyin', though
Sometimes gotta live kinda' low (Yea), just to get to where you tryna go
Knock it down like dominos, so stoned off grade A, the honor roll
And I pour up fours in my styrofoam, that 3rd coast shit that I be on
Blow sour here no cowards here, I'm the dopest nigga in the atmosphere
Got a zip in a bag, loud and clear, and I keep my day ones 'round me still
Man, this shit go like four wheels, roll on this beat till it's road kill
Most these niggas ain't forreal, half of these bitches got no chill
Cops pullin' up by my folks' crib, I had to cop my a hotel
That was sometime after 0'12, I did my time, nigga, oh well
512 property, ain't no one toppin' me
Pray when I die that the lord got spot for me
Life done got rocky but, I kept it proper
'Cause when I'm on go there ain't nan' nigga stoppin' me (Champ)
I am the nigga I s'posed to be
Pray that the lord and my angels watch over me
Call my friends brothers but that's if you close to me
You ain't my bro then you damn near a roach to me
Gettin' too close, bruh, you need to back back from me
Bitches know my heart is cold as a daiquiri
Niggas actin' like they can really rap with me
They don't know I treat the stu' like a factory
Get off you ass and just do it,
Juke made this jam and this bitch here go stupid
Gotta go through it so, you can get through it
You win or you lose you just gotta keep movin'
Shawty wanna ride me, tell a hoe giddy up
Fuck her 'til she givin' up, dippin' when I get a nut
Now, shawty all up on my line trynna get some love
Change my boo like shoes, had to switch 'em up
Had to dip out of the club, wasn't lit enough
Shawty by the bar hella thick, tell her hit me up
Hit it once then tell her friends he ain't pickin' up
'Cause Christo, never ever ever ever give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Say you love me? You can't be serious
Man, gotdamn
You childish, you sippin' out a sippy cup
I ain't tryna hit like you rolled a Swisher up
It's a Cole World, still Can't Get Enough
Still Can't Get Enough
I need that
Haha, these niggas don't know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Haha

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Writer(s): Christopher Amponsah