Championships

Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin high they get by, its gettin worse now
You gotta tell em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in em
And thats your first down, uh
And I aint come here to preach
I just had to say somethin
Cause Im the one with the reach
Youngin gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Aint had no daddy, hes had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin, that theres a sign to me, oh Lord
The shit Im doin for my hood I wont get an Award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how I get to the Forbes
I take a shot if I miss Im gettin on boards
Aint quittin no more, like give me some more
We went Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin one
Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
Im speakin to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now Im locked up in a prison
Callin mama like I shouldnt have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
Im on a visit posin for the picture
Like Im going for my prom or somethin
Like I aint facing time or somethin
Ride for these niggas like that shit
Aint hurt my mom or somethin
Only one gon get me commissary or even buy me somethin
When it all fall down
I can call yall now
Even if I hit your phone
That wont get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit thats the reason that I did this song
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the Tec
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homies dying Im like 'Maybe we next'
That just made me a threat
Knowin the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court apointed and he wont say object
Now its you against the state and you aint got no cake
Jail overpopulated they aint got no space
I know a youngin that got murked
Aint get to drive no Wraith
But he in hearse on the way to church,
I know his mom gon faint
When she smell like embalment fluid,
Cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin you home, she goin crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground,
Who gon save me?
How could you blame me?
When Imtryna stay alive and just survive
And beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin for my life,
When I decide to change my mind And stop tokin
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put em on probation, lock you up if you aint perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin all the schools
And all the prisons gettin open
Yeah
See comin from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship