(Hook x2)
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Champion sound, you hit the bump on
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You come test the champion
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You gonna die tonight
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Champion sound you hit the bump on
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You come test the champion
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You gonna die tonight
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(Verse 1)
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Yo, yo
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My words hit like venom from the coldest snakes
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You marks is fake, a snuff tattooed your face
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Niggas, ask me what's the way
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I've been on tilt
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Lightin' Ls, tryin' to get my mind straight
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Currently, I'm focused on my currency
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I'm the epitome of a nigga about his paper, G
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And if you out here tryin' to get it, don't sweat it
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I know some brothers out here flippin' burgers, scamming credit
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Ask for me
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I move swiftly like jet skis
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When friends go from friendlies to envious
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Fuck trust, niggas lust for a dollar
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Tell 'em holla, puffin' on herb from Guatemala
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Never scholar, these smart sounds might surprise you
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A hot head, but heart colder than ice suppliers
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I supply her with all the means for the sticky green
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Money or weed, you know what I mean
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(Hook)
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(Verse 2)
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I'm tryin' to elevate, every puff help me levitate
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Move to tiny plates, then make your whole world shake
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I'm the new black plague for all you fuck fakes
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I move base and not the powder that you hoes taste
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My style great
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Watch your girl as her neck break
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I treat my girl like the game, so I don't stress it
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Beats get molested by this Queens freshman
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Listeners say they should have me arrested
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But I'm just resting on the beat, comfortably
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Having dreams of holding more gold than a sheikh
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More Rollies on the wrist and speakers in the whip
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If there's money in my grip, then that's cash I can flip
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I'm tryin' to be quoted, now reach your quota
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You niggas owed, wish your lukewarm flow were colder
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Watch the beholder of the future of rap
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When this fucking verse ends
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Hanni, bring the beat back
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(Hook)
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Champion Sound
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| Bryant Dope |
