Blasphemy

(álbum: Champ - 2020)

Young Rich Squad
Yeah, yeah
Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder

Bring it back to the days when I ain't have no food in my stomach
Only the realest come from it
Don't dream, I just wanted this life, ain't all funny
I had to get to the money
I went straight to get it and bought me a mic
Now everyday, boy, I write
I live just what I say, I don't get indecisive
These niggas invasive, just get out my life
'Cause I ain't fucking with you, you ain't acting right
Niggas be talking a lot, but it's actions that matter
All I see is steal filet on my platter
Out in Houston eating shrimp with the cabbage
Yeah, I'm single, but it's money I marriage, yeah
Haha, let metalk about it
Let me talk about how my niggas done turned up against me
I'm in the garden with snakes [?]
How I'm different 'cause I'm rocking this Fendi
You ain't get it on your own and you empty
And what the fuck wrong with these niggas
I don't need to make songs with these niggas
I can do this shit all with no features
I'm in Puerto Rico on the beaches
You ain't more than the nigga that teach you
All these rappers, they sit on the bleachers
Watch me preaching
A lot of y'all biting my style
I've been seen that shit for a while
And they say I be biting y'all, yeah
That shit is blasphemy, nigga
Tooters, they blasting me, nigga
Niggas ain't passing me, nigga, uhm
The original, OG, smoking dody
This an old beef, fuck the police
Niggas know me, keep a poley
Haha, man this shit my G, uh
Getting this money my G, uh
I'm out in sunny side Queens
Getting honey, no bees, uh

Yeah, haha