Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Champion of Life , by - Jon Connor. Release date: 11.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Champion of Life |
| Yeah season 2 |
| Look, all I know is when I say Blue City Club! |
| (You know) Nine times out of ten |
| the response immediately following that is (oh shit) |
| They say they love it when I’m lyrical. |
| So here we go, when I spit it niggas |
| get spiritual Connor be spitting' miracle hymns |
| I give them gems more valuable than their limbs. |
| I be giving them hell like its |
| repercussion for sins |
| Dog I’m killing the game go home and study the film. |
| Niggas can’t fade me; |
| they can’t even give me a trim |
| I’m coming up, haters try to spoil cuz I got hot shit like I took the water |
| from the toilet and boiled it |
| See they so mad, my vocab, leave toe tags, on your tracks, you know that |
| I’m sharp, I feel like they hoe ass got they throats slashed, look |
| Friday the 13th massacre, hope I ain’t scare ya but I see the terror got your |
| face running mascara |
| The era I’m tryna usher in, go bring the barbera and ushers in, got tougher |
| skin that’s why niggas can’t fuck with him |
| Humble incase I stumble, don’t expect me to fall |
| You niggas don’t cut it; |
| allow me to sharpen my claws |
| Homie I am the future and the now of the game, Been through so much don’t even |
| say OW from the pain |
| Trying not to judge but I’m Simon Cowell in my brain, as to how, |
| some niggas got allowed in the game, but |
| That ain’t for me to decide, I’m tryin to carry on a legacy for which niggas |
| have died |
| And Ima make it happen with the people by my side, they say it’s lonely at the |
| top, but I’m ready for the climb cuz |
| Outro: |
| See I was staring out the window, watching the days pass by |
| Wondering exactly how long it’ll take me, now they saying it’s my time |
| I used to play the background music; |
| it never hurt to be quiet |
| And now you got your wins little buddy, jump off the ledge lets fly |
| (Connor): |
| Yo, I’ve been on my grind every minute every second |
| They say my time is coming now the minutes turn to seconds |
| I’m ready for war suited up and grab my weapon |
| Cuz my vocal cords hit them like a smith and Wesson |
| I came too far so there ain’t no going back |
| And all the while I was putting my city on the map |
| The pressure steady building but they know I ain’t gonna crack |
| Cuz I’m the chosen one and they know that for a fact |
| Bringin' that real shit back put your hands up, high. |
| (put 'em high, |
| put 'em high, put 'em high) |