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Wed, Jul 17, 2013 at 5:04 PM

Champion <3

By: AshleyD

Mmm, this is celebration, this is levitation
Look at how you winnin' now, this took dedication
This is meditation, higher education
This the official competitor elimination

I was takin' trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens then hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half like they flunked at math
Bitches ain't have cut up crack up in the stash

50 Cent Italian, icy flow
It's that run and get a dollar for a ice cream cone
'Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memory's only happy images

This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doin' biz
This one is for TT, Tweety, Viola, Sharika
Candice, Timby, Lauren, Ayesha

It's a celebration
(Put it up for the ghetto)
It's times like these
They know who we are by now
Champion, a champion

Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when I used to stay with Erica
Label transferred 20 million to Comerica
Fuckin' Terrabus got me actin' out of character

Young TO nigga, either ridin' range
The Ferarri top down, screamin' money ain't a thang
Tell me when I changed, girl, but only when I change
'Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know

Makin' hits in 3 acre cribs
Cookin' up, tryna eat nigga steak and ribs
I made a couple stars outta basic chicks
Nowadays blow the candles out, don't even make a wish

Havin' good times, makin' good money
Lot of bad bitches, but they good to me
I make her do the splits for a rack
Wish you niggas good luck tryna get where I'm at
Straight like that

It's a celebration
(Put it up for the ghetto)
It's times like these
They know who we are by now
Champion, a champion

Straight ballin' in this bitch, Jeremy Lynch, mellow
Tell me one thing you won't do? Settle
Gimme one word for ya chain? Yellow
Pocket full of money, black card, ghetto

Critics say I ain't in the game, ain't I?
So how you deal with the fame? Stay high
Stay puttin' on for the town, mayor
What you call a crib in the sky? Player

Half a mil in 3 weeks, y'all did it like a champ
Mama taught me pride, yeah she did it with the stamps
Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photo
Somebody tell these loco ain't niggas, I'm global

Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne goin'
What I gotta do to get this coconut flowin'?
Don't let me in son, hundred bottles of the ace
Lemme in son, go money, cases in my place, let's celebrate

It's a celebration
(Put it up for the ghetto)
It's times like these
They know who we are by now
Champion, a champion
(What up Nicki? It's Nasty, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I sold my first 2 million dollars, I was 23
I'm barely a man, yet I had some killers under me
This ain't rated PG, this rated PJ
'Cause that's where a nigga fuck, murder on replay

My 24th b-day, I'm sailin' to Bimini
You can see me on a yacht blastin' Pac, little nah, I ain't greedy
I'm back to thuggin' bitches, back to makin' 'em kiss other bitches
My man's sister like me, I don't fuck my brother's sister

I just aspire, desire to be different
My 10-year-old plan just one year till finish
My list went like this, first thing to sever
The difference in pussy, white, black, Latin or other

Here's a man who clearly isn't basic
Waitin' list just to hear me or witness the greatness
Loud laughter while writin' my next chapter
Fast cash life, happily ever after
Champions

It's a celebration
(Put it up for the ghetto)
It's times like these
They know who we are by now
Champion, a champion

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