The Real Champion

(专辑： Keep The Truth Alive - 2022)

Caught a nigga slipping off the green, I fucked him with two Nina's
I can't take my family nowhere, they like to shoot people
Just swept a nigga house with a broom, I swear I be too clean
I just bully opps with their gangs, I swear I be too mean
Niggas do all that popping on instagram, but ain't gone kill nothing
Pulled up in a dawn, another nigga in a wheel chair
I'll drop a fifty pack on his blind ass, I ain't got no chill button
We bought 70 zips, I swear I'm the real champion
Bodies drop, silly opp, yes I'm a drill rapper
I don't need a pill, Jack and Jill can get a bar from me
Gave him 32 but where his shoes? I just like Barkley speak
Now he's no longer like you looking for Barney sign
RIP don't start with me, these niggas be some party bangers
In the suburbs with a drum on me like bitch go find me Charlie's Angels
These niggas hardly dangerous, they really hardly riders
Just look for all my diamonds, they be in all my comments
Lurking like a bitch, I'm steady worried 'bout my wrist is broken
Riding in the Coupe behind the tint, it's thirty sticks and sodas
I hope niggas keep they heads high cause I'm gon' split it open
I got Pippie on the dance floor, finna get jiggy on 'em
ADD my Chakra autism, it just be spitting on shit
These niggas never on shit, they block, they never on it
You see these pepperoni's, I left his melon open
Niggas be telling on shit, it's cool his daddy from here
I be laughing at these niggas, wrist dancing in the mirror
Mike Jackson on these niggas
Don't try to diss me, it's catastrophes for victims
Go look at the crime scene, it was tragic where I left 'em
He was driving with no hands, I had the ratchet out the Tesla
Your man's gone, we heard 'bout it, that's unfortunate
Burn his block down, Glock rounds, I be torching shit
I'm the ruler, you get spanked if I hear potty mouths
Just left a opp head on his shoulder like he was nodding out, ooh
Put a drum on it, you mad, then come and hunt for me
My bank account is lovely
Do your family really love you B?
You in the ambulance, all these noises, I know it's hard to think
Rob who, nigga pardon me?
Four-hundred up in pieces on my person, it's some cartages, bitches
Damn
Damn it, bobby

[?] popping it
Yeah, right
You know I saw everything, damn
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It's a hunnid, [?]
Bitch