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Champion Video (MV)




Performed By: Killmoves
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Anthony Anderson




Killmoves - Champion Lyrics
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Always knew I'd be a champion
Why? Because I am my momma's son
Kept it solid had three kids from one and never really had no help from him
Child support ain't really s-t from a bum
He unemployed, so ain't s-t really come This lil' s-t can't feed us for a day
How the f-k we gon' work four in a month?
I'm twistin' problems up, three-five in a blunt
I jump on tracks and vent and say what I want
I know I distributed 50 this month
The next, I'm really tryna go double up
They wonder how I did it, like what the f-k
They probably think I ran into me a plug But they don't know I'm really pushin' that clock too
I'm really tryna be up above On another level where they can't see me
I'm blind to the bulls-t like I'm Stevie Can't f-k with b-s cause I know they deceive me
Can't follow n--s cause I know they'll mislead me
The hate so close to me, this s-t gettin' creepy
I never thought it'd come from my own people when all I ever did was treated them equal
I was traffickin' love, it shoulda been illegal now they ain't gettin' nothin' but my fecals
The way that I came, I s-t on the game, like i gotta full case of diarrhea
Then cap'd off the pain and ran through the rain If I didn't need you then, then I will never need you
I'm stuck in my lane, we are far from the same I'm a true champion to all my people
That feelin' got stronger, thinkin' this the sequel
Feel it all in the air like I am Beanie Sigel
Always knew I'd be a champion Why? Because of my resilience
Plenty days down bad on my dick, not a pot to piss, but I wasn't askin' for s-t
Hustle ol' so magnificent I can turn three dollars off of just 50 cents
I can really flip some s-t and just sit but I'm sick of that, it's time to get it legit
Couple bands threw away on some kicks Still catch me rockin' flops around this b-h
Aint s-t to be proven, I've been proven it, I really be him, feel like the president
Been thinkin' bout gettin' more into politics But then I sit back and check my analytics
And then I get more in tune into that feelin' and go to the lab and make another hit
Trapper of the year, a few up in a row But I do not promote, cause they already know
Now I'm tryna open up another door, was a underdog, but we then upend the score
Done achieved a lot, still achievin' more Just scored on a few acres with my bro
(Elo)
Remember them times we was stuck below, Stressin', just wish we had somethin' to blow
Now we too turnt like never before Used to be 4L, now it's 43va, if you know
You know If you don't, then ask your hoe
She gon' choose, cause she know we got cheddar But we gon' break her off the D and forget her
Cold n-a, might Amiri a sweater to mix match with Guapi and some Maison Margiela
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Always knew I'd be a champion
Why? Because I am my momma's son
Kept it solid had three kids from one and never really had no help from him
Child support ain't really s-t from a bum
He unemployed, so ain't s-t really come This lil' s-t can't feed us for a day
How the f-k we gon' work four in a month?
I'm twistin' problems up, three-five in a blunt
I jump on tracks and vent and say what I want
I know I distributed 50 this month
The next, I'm really tryna go double up
They wonder how I did it, like what the f-k
They probably think I ran into me a plug But they don't know I'm really pushin' that clock too
I'm really tryna be up above On another level where they can't see me
I'm blind to the bulls-t like I'm Stevie Can't f-k with b-s cause I know they deceive me
Can't follow n--s cause I know they'll mislead me
The hate so close to me, this s-t gettin' creepy
I never thought it'd come from my own people when all I ever did was treated them equal
I was traffickin' love, it shoulda been illegal now they ain't gettin' nothin' but my fecals
The way that I came, I s-t on the game, like i gotta full case of diarrhea
Then cap'd off the pain and ran through the rain If I didn't need you then, then I will never need you
I'm stuck in my lane, we are far from the same I'm a true champion to all my people
That feelin' got stronger, thinkin' this the sequel
Feel it all in the air like I am Beanie Sigel
Always knew I'd be a champion Why? Because of my resilience
Plenty days down bad on my dick, not a pot to piss, but I wasn't askin' for s-t
Hustle ol' so magnificent I can turn three dollars off of just 50 cents
I can really flip some s-t and just sit but I'm sick of that, it's time to get it legit
Couple bands threw away on some kicks Still catch me rockin' flops around this b-h
Aint s-t to be proven, I've been proven it, I really be him, feel like the president
Been thinkin' bout gettin' more into politics But then I sit back and check my analytics
And then I get more in tune into that feelin' and go to the lab and make another hit
Trapper of the year, a few up in a row But I do not promote, cause they already know
Now I'm tryna open up another door, was a underdog, but we then upend the score
Done achieved a lot, still achievin' more Just scored on a few acres with my bro
(Elo)
Remember them times we was stuck below, Stressin', just wish we had somethin' to blow
Now we too turnt like never before Used to be 4L, now it's 43va, if you know
You know If you don't, then ask your hoe
She gon' choose, cause she know we got cheddar But we gon' break her off the D and forget her
Cold n-a, might Amiri a sweater to mix match with Guapi and some Maison Margiela
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Writer: Anthony Anderson
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