People's Champ

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I'm a 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 Kodak
 Sterling Marlin sponsors, only rednecks gon' know that
 Whitey stompin' rappers like a West Virginia toe tap
 Sick as fuck and not rockin' the hazmat or dumb mask
 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 doormat
 You say you want a feat'? Hеre'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 goals are back, 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 sayin', but your boy don't care
 Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
 Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player
 Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
 I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
 Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
 Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player
 Give my pen an IV of blood comin' out of me
 So I can live through my lyrics and write to my heartbeat
 I wasn't invited here, I showed up without askin'
 Anybody who says somethin' gettin' dropped like Ben Askren
 Wakin' up the next mornin', eat a bowl of milk and Aspirin
 Readin' 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 enemy'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 sayin', but your boy don't care
 Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
 Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player
 Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
 I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
 Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
 Certified in hip-hop, I'm a 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 for sure
 No ending, so I'm 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 'em 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 sayin', but your boy don't care
 Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
 Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player
 Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
 I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
 Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
 Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player
 

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Duration
03:13
Key
6
Tempo
86 BPM

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