Street champion

I’m a street champion
I’m going platinum
Where I’m from we got no job
we gotta do the crime
Bro it’s not like we want to
When we pop g'ns
I see mama cry
My brother in the sky.
We came from poverty from nothing
No they can’t ignore
We in the club popping bottles nigg' order  more
Nobody did that sh't nigg'  I praise the lord
I’m going in I’m going hard ain’t going broke no more
I put my voice on the beat that’s what they love the most
I ain’t gon stop, I’m so hungry I cant take no loss
Diamond dancing on my neck they noticed me from far
B'tches wanna hear my French all the way from Paris
Ouh ouh
Get out my head
Get out my neck
My chains heavy like big tones
Get out my way
Now we gon kick
I got a stick
Now we gon shoot pow pow
Another hit (pow pow pow)
Molly, Perc that’s a drug alert
Murder hurt, Thats a broken heart
B*tches twerk that’s a movie cut
Drop your skirt that’s my little dirt
My sweetie, candy I hit it from the back
I woke up I made it a hundred in the bag
I want it I got it I make her booty clap
They see me they hating
We came from poverty from nothing
No they can’t ignore
We in the club popping bottles nigg' order more
Nobody did that sh't  nigg' I praise the lord
I’m going in I’m going hard ain’t going broke no more
I put my voice on the beat that’s what they love the most
I ain’t gon stop, I’m so hungry I cant take no loss
Diamond dancing on my neck they noticed me from far
B'tches wanna hear my French all the way from Paris




Impossible to break me
Young nigg' tryna break free
I gave the street all my loyalty
Order more it’s on me
For my gangster and my Gs
Party with the guns like Medellin
mama raise no gangster I ain’t going jail no more
I see my brother in the sky I ain’t dropping tears no more
They love or they hate I give no f'ck no more
My granny coming in my dreams she told me drop some more
Ouh ouh
Get out my head
Get out my neck
My chains heavy like big tones
Get out my way
Now we gon kick
I got a stick
Now we gon shoot pow pow
Another hit (pow pow pow)
Molly, Perc that’s a drug alert
Murder hurt, Thats a broken heart
B'tches twerk that’s a movie cut
Drop your skirt that’s my little dirt
My sweetie, candy I hit from the back
I woke up I made it a hundred in the bag
I want it I got it I make her booty clap
They see me they hating they do the chatty-chat.
You don’t even really know my story
You don’t even really know my story
You don’t even really know my story
I’m a Street Champion