Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song People's Champ, artist - Upchurch. Date of issue: 03.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
People's Champ |
| I’mma different breed |
| I am what you need |
| I just plant the seed |
| And create MC’s |
| That grow up like me |
| NASCAR on TV |
| Root for number three |
| Here’s the checkered flag |
| Let me grab a Coors and take a picture with this |
| Sterling Marlin sponsors, only rednecks gon' know that |
| Whities stompin' rappers like a West Virginia toe tap |
| Sick as fuckin' not rockin' the hazmat, or |
| Only rockin' this Caucasian baddie with a fat ass |
| Yeah whip that thing like a brand new hellcat |
| Drillin' holes in the game like a stuck thermostat |
| Don’t act like you won’t come back |
| If you reachin' from the door that |
| You say you want a feat? |
| Here’s two, where the door at? |
| These rappers fake work and they ain’t never had a sore back |
| Lookin' at a hammer and nails like it’s an ancient artifact |
| Rap’s an art in fact, if the, prepare to get slashed |
| Hope the doctor used a hemostat in med class |
| Oh, damn |
| I’m the people’s champ |
| I know what they say and what you’re boy don’t care |
| Oh, damn |
| Yeah I got the stamp, certified in hip hop, I’mma first stream player |
| Oh, damn |
| I’m the people’s champ |
| I know what they say and what you’re boy don’t care |
| Oh, damn |
| Yeah I got the stamp, certified in hip hop, I’mma first stream player |
| Give my pen a IV, a blood comin' out of me |
| So I can live through my lyrics, and write to my heart beat |
| I wasn’t invited here, I showed up without askin |
| Anybody who says something gettin' dropped like Ben Askren |
| Waking up the next morning, eat a bowl of milk and aspirin |
| Reading Tweets about yourself until your eyeballs feel like plastic |
| Eyes lookin' pink, my shit about you becomes classic, huh |
| Me callin' you a pussy is your career’s biggest asset |
| All I hear is I’m the goat, well I’m a grizzly bear you faggot |
| My enemie’s the Taliban, I’m full metal jacket |
| And this mass murder mind on the mic is now a habit |
| Every time I drop an album, I caught me a couple caskets |
| Oh, damn |
| I’m the people’s champ |
| I know what they say and what you’re boy don’t care |
| Oh, damn |
| Yeah I got the stamp, certified in hip hop, I’mma first stream player |
| Oh, damn |
| I’m the people’s champ |
| I know what they say and what you’re boy don’t care |
| Oh, damn |
| Yeah I got the stamp, certified in hip hop, I’mma first stream player |
| Overall everyone can suck my balls |
| Imagine if I didn’t like you and I popped me a couple of Adderalls |
| Behind me, no lateral, hail Mary fosho |
| No ending song, goin' down white 2Pac Shakur |
| And you won’t have to miss me 'cause the bullets always miss me |
| My diss ain’t a freebie, cost a hundred racks for you to eat my debris |
| And good luck to the mainstream, I seen that you tried to dub me |
| But there’s only one Tennessee nominee and I’m that honky |
| And for the record, if I was Morgan Wallen |
| I’d tell the label check their wallet |
| Remind them who makes the dollars for 'em |
| No I don’t dislike him, if anything I got his back |
| Even if he said cracker and his skin was pitch black |
| Oh, damn |
| I’m the people’s champ |
| I know what they say and what you’re boy don’t care |
| Oh, damn |
| Yeah I got the stamp, certified in hip hop, I’mma first stream player |
| Oh, damn |
| I’m the people’s champ |
| I know what they say and what you’re boy don’t care |
| Oh, damn |
| Yeah I got the stamp, certified in hip hop, I’mma first stream player |