Championship by BlockstarBeezy Lyrics
(Verse 1)
The thought of money help me concentrate
And all these drugs make me contemplate
Oh that was your girl my mistake
When you eat her pussy nigga tell me how this condom taste
Im so raunchy bitch get off me
Ridin' round slangin' whipped white Mister Softee
Oh my God my nigga Birdy died a legend
Ima see you when I get there hold a spot for me in heaven
This the Hustlers Gospel watch me preach it Im the Reverend
Im just followin' the fate for that fortune I was destined
Countin' up my blessings Im grateful
Sucka niggas hateful can't sit at my table
Married to the hustle and I remained faithful
Career a lil' sketchy bull make me come erase you
Make the block pop 'til my clock stop
Connected everywhere I go like a hot spot
My shit boomin' like wifi
Got 'em jumpin' out the Jet no sky dive
Keep it real wit' you niggas ain't gotta lie to you bitches
To keep it real wit' you niggas I fucked a lot of ya bitches
(Hook)
From the windows to the wall
'til the Highest skyscrapers all fall
We deserve a chip for the way that we ball
Fuck 5-0 but Im layin' down law
(They ain't conditioned to win at all
We in position to win it all ×2)
(Verse 2)
Esso passo finito
Conductin' business in a low key bistro
Good God Im in love wit' the kilos
I am him in the flesh yeah it's me hoe
Now come hither let me hit you wit' this deep stroke
Then open wide and introduce me to ya deep throat
Ómerta I'd for my honor
Now address me as Mr Lucania
You niggas lucky I ain't rich yet
Still fuckin' wit' the weight like a bench press
I was slangin' coke Briefcase had the dipsets
Only gave me head nigga I ain't fuck ya bitch yet
Everything copacetic you niggas is so pathetic
This to all you lame niggas Im writin' an open letter
If the shoe fits introduce ya face to my boot print
Then we gone shoot shit that's how we do shit
(Verse 3)
You either born real or you born fake
Some niggas show love some gon' hate
Negative energy make it positive gain
Tryna make it for all my niggas that died in the game
Niggas act tough but they delicate
Get in the courtroom and start tellin' shit
I represent all the real niggas sellin' shit
Hustlers Coalition I am the Delegate
Like it or not I had to put the white in the pot
I had to risk my life on the block (goddamn)
Im all about my finance J.P Morgan
Truth is everybody can't be Jordan
Need a Ron Harper need a Scottie Pippen
Wanna join my campaign 'cause she see me politicin'
Lookin' for a quick come up so you know we got 'em fishin'
Lately I been power trippin' crushin' all my competition
(Hook)
The thought of money help me concentrate
And all these drugs make me contemplate
Oh that was your girl my mistake
When you eat her pussy nigga tell me how this condom taste
Im so raunchy bitch get off me
Ridin' round slangin' whipped white Mister Softee
Oh my God my nigga Birdy died a legend
Ima see you when I get there hold a spot for me in heaven
This the Hustlers Gospel watch me preach it Im the Reverend
Im just followin' the fate for that fortune I was destined
Countin' up my blessings Im grateful
Sucka niggas hateful can't sit at my table
Married to the hustle and I remained faithful
Career a lil' sketchy bull make me come erase you
Make the block pop 'til my clock stop
Connected everywhere I go like a hot spot
My shit boomin' like wifi
Got 'em jumpin' out the Jet no sky dive
Keep it real wit' you niggas ain't gotta lie to you bitches
To keep it real wit' you niggas I fucked a lot of ya bitches
(Hook)
From the windows to the wall
'til the Highest skyscrapers all fall
We deserve a chip for the way that we ball
Fuck 5-0 but Im layin' down law
(They ain't conditioned to win at all
We in position to win it all ×2)
(Verse 2)
Esso passo finito
Conductin' business in a low key bistro
Good God Im in love wit' the kilos
I am him in the flesh yeah it's me hoe
Now come hither let me hit you wit' this deep stroke
Then open wide and introduce me to ya deep throat
Ómerta I'd for my honor
Now address me as Mr Lucania
You niggas lucky I ain't rich yet
Still fuckin' wit' the weight like a bench press
I was slangin' coke Briefcase had the dipsets
Only gave me head nigga I ain't fuck ya bitch yet
Everything copacetic you niggas is so pathetic
This to all you lame niggas Im writin' an open letter
If the shoe fits introduce ya face to my boot print
Then we gone shoot shit that's how we do shit
(Verse 3)
You either born real or you born fake
Some niggas show love some gon' hate
Negative energy make it positive gain
Tryna make it for all my niggas that died in the game
Niggas act tough but they delicate
Get in the courtroom and start tellin' shit
I represent all the real niggas sellin' shit
Hustlers Coalition I am the Delegate
Like it or not I had to put the white in the pot
I had to risk my life on the block (goddamn)
Im all about my finance J.P Morgan
Truth is everybody can't be Jordan
Need a Ron Harper need a Scottie Pippen
Wanna join my campaign 'cause she see me politicin'
Lookin' for a quick come up so you know we got 'em fishin'
Lately I been power trippin' crushin' all my competition
(Hook)