World Champ

Yeah
 Put the cucumber in the vodka
 It's a cruel summer, it been hot, bruh
 Mom claim Italian, pops a city Jew
 They was both more pasta than latkes
 Pops always said, "Watch your posture"
 He ain't know my shoulders held lots up
 Used to hold me in the mirror
 Say I was champ of the world
 Shit wasn't gossip, no
 Accurate forecast
 Lookin' forward, don't need more past
 Puttin' rappers in the compost
 'Cause can't afford any more trash
 I don't got any more passes, feel compassion slippin' 'way
 All this savageness in a cage
 Whole culture is MMA
 Watch the lightning in the clouds
 Everything pretty 'til it hits Earth
 Our construction is destruction
 Tell me really what's the shit worth?
 What's the purpose for a wordsmith
 If the doors they supposed to open
 'Bout to be permanently closed in?
 Is it really all just for coping?
 Put the cucumber in the vodka
 It's a cruel summer, it been hot, bruh
 Mom claim Italian, pops a city Jew
 They was both more pasta than latkes
 Pops always said, "Watch your posture"
 He ain't know my shoulders held lots up
 Used to hold me in the mirror
 Say I was champ of the world
 Shit wasn't gossip
 On my own, I don't got a roster
 Dread on my mind like a rasta
 Stressed all the time, pour the sauce up
 Young redundant, never puntin'
 Fourth and long, always find a way
 I be strong my own kind of way
 I be strong my own kind of way
 Shit, that's all I been tryna say
 If you, got a problem with me
 I don't really gotta care no more
 Ooh, I'm gon' walk in my peace
 I don't gotta interfere no more
 Who want it?
 Bitch, I ain't no newcomer
 Cool as the cucumber in the vodka
 Baby, it's a new summer
 I don't got a new number
 Bitch, I got the same doggone line
 Might be hard to find though
 Somewhere lost in my mind
 Still gon' be the champ though
 Still gon' be the champ
 Still gon' be the champ though
 Still gon' be the champ
 Still gon' be the champ though
 Still gon' be the champ
 Even if it ain't a world left, baby, I'll be damned
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