| Woo
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| Said that to myself because I’m a champion
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| This my national anthem
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| Probably feel like opera music in the Phantom
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| Ain’t got one of those, but the Benz nose is gigantic
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| Them LED sneeze, it’s allergies as I breeze down Atlantic
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| I never get to flex, so let me talk my shit, damn it
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| Who ever said lyricist money ain’t wavy need to can it, 'cause
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| I could see the waves in my pool from my hammock
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| Ice smokin' as I pour that Johnny Walker Blue slanted
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| My wife, she pop Rose like Jack did in Titanic
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| Blastin' music but the neighbors too far to understand it, so
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| We turn it high up, bonfire in my yard
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| While the homie shuffle cards, I live large, they live large
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| We rock stars, no guitars, Backwoods rollin' by all
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| Stuff the Granddad 'til it look my granddaddy cigar
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| Half a kilo on the chain, call me «Neck-scobar»
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| Golf ball diamonds in the Rollie, so far from subpar
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| Switch it out with the the Azad, on God, there’s no facade
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| Beef? |
| Don’t even wrap your head around it like jihad
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| The Winchester knock the wind outta your chest from fifty yards
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| I don’t half-step nothin', I go hard
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| I’m a champion
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| Raise my arm, I’m a champion
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| Know my name, I’m a champion
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| Raise my arm, I’m a champion
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| Raise my arm
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| I felt like it was e’rybody versus me
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| Now let’s toast, 'cause in eight days my anniversary
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| Celebrate the boy that climbed through adversity
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| Well-versed, versatile when it come to layin' verses, B
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| Went from emergin' to fillin' that emergency
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| Room with any rapper doin' work and feel they worth a speech
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| My bars like clay, they take shape and just murder beats
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| I’m at that Barclay in Row A with the perfect seats
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| You havin' trouble tryna stay afloat?
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| I just bought the crib on the lake
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| Yeah, me and you ain’t in the same boat
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| Boy, this feel good, I never talk crazy
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| This put a smile on my face, niggas that all hate me
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| Huh, I’m too adored for you to root for?
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| Huh, or is it the two-door zoomin' up Route 4?
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| Yeah, rap figgas better than trap figgas
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| Especially when you rap better than all the trap niggas
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| I’m a champion
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| Raise my arm, I’m a champion
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| Know my name, I’m a champion
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| Raise my arm, I’m a champion
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| Raise my arm |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Champion , by - Joell Ortiz. Song from the album Monday, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп