World Champs by Trey Coachman Lyrics
[Verse 1: Trey]
Boy. I might be braggin’
Say knock on wood
I took down a cabin
I got a chip on my shoulder
Approach me to battle me y’all know it’s over
Cause I’m very certain
That this person in the mirror
Has a message that’s clearer
Try to criticize me
I’m on that level of the Hoover Dam
You more like a beaver
(Oh man!)
I got paid my bread, lettuce, and cheese last week
It’s appropriate for me to go ham
Cause these boys sound so sweet
(Bon appétit)
‘Cause it’s not like, I grow straight overnight
Oh wait I do...
So let me do what I’m supposed to
By being a monster that conquers
And make my boys go bonkers
By my flow on top of beat of lockers
Disproving imposters and make them sweat out their boxers
(That’s gross fam)
For trying to speak on my behalf
Sit down before I gift you with a long peaceful nap
(They get the message)
Boy I’m going amp
Influenced by Gambino on ‘Camp’
And from my group where we chant
“TEARS OF BLOOD”
With these teachers that are pro-drug
I’m just playing
What am I feeling right now?
I believe its greatness
Imma state this
On that first placement
And this all started from the basement
[Chorus: Trey]
Oh snap, we put the per on the end of dap
Perhaps, some of these kids over here just wanna scrap
Let’s cap, all these noise complaints for the way our black hands clap
They’ll react, ‘cause right now I’m feeling like a world champ
[Verse 2: James and Trey]
(James)
Let's take it back
To the very beginning
The freshman back than
I was feeling kinda fresh and
Skate shirt 5 11's and some fresh vans
Never really thought that I would end up with my best friends
That's CSavage
That's Dirt Nasty
That's Trey C
That's Juvenile
That's Young Chop
That's D Kief
Ugh took four years look at what he did
Four tapes and I'm still chillin' with the kid
Killin' it with this 16's spittin' 16's before we turn 16
Ugh this about time that we made it
Cap and gown on so you know we graduated
Couple bars in but I go hard
'Til the beat ends to a restart
And I'm just trying to do me
Finished high school last week
Summer start up so I'm givin' out heat
Tennessee to spit
Tennessee penitentiary yet it's hot bars and I'm only 18
The point of this verse is to say just chill out cause it's only just high school
You don't like me that's like you
Just because I'm not just like you
Hi I'm cool!
It's likely you might be just kinda a tool
(Trey)
Yeah maybe true
We do what we do
Minimum rules
When we step out of school
Keep your distance
Cause these bars show we rap better then Christmas
Get dismiss
Ball better than the Pistons
We in this
Crackin' Guinness
[Chorus: Trey]
Oh snap, we put the per on the end of dap
Perhaps, some of these kids over here just wanna scrap
Let’s cap, all these noise complaints for the way our black hands clap
They’ll react, ‘cause right now I’m feeling like a world champ
[Verse 3: Joel]
No!
Please don't do it
Please don't put me on the mixtape
It's a mistake cause I dictate on the first take
Boy you know what happens when I get space
Beast in the cage
I'm a freak on the page
And I beat on this beat
'Till I'm beat in the face
World Champs so we leading the race
And we leavin' the amateurs
Needing some pace
Man
I spit too hard
But I swear that it's too easy
No L's just B E
So I ain't trying be cool
Man I'm trying to be me
Yeah I'm just trying be me
Huh and they try to beat me
Claiming that they one in a million
But all they try to do is repeat
Yo, see this ain't average
My mind is a nine
That's three hat-tricks
I'm messy with the meta's
A pope with the letta's
So I send these kiddy rappers to the pediatrics
See this is the part where I triplet flow and do not say anything special
This cadence is fillable, but it sounds so good on this instrumental
Been a couple years since Otis
Got a little better, I assumed you noticed
Shots to the Squad
That's Levi, Cam, Trey, James, and Yung Chop
You know this
High School and spent them with the best of these
The mixtape is the same old recipe
So rest with these the memories
And give silence to the beat
Let it please go rest in peace
Outro
[Chorus: Trey]
Oh snap, we put the per on the end of dap
Perhaps, some of these kids over here just wanna scrap
Let’s cap, all these noise complaints for the way our black hands clap
They’ll react, ‘cause right now I’m feeling like a world champ
Boy. I might be braggin’
Say knock on wood
I took down a cabin
I got a chip on my shoulder
Approach me to battle me y’all know it’s over
Cause I’m very certain
That this person in the mirror
Has a message that’s clearer
Try to criticize me
I’m on that level of the Hoover Dam
You more like a beaver
(Oh man!)
I got paid my bread, lettuce, and cheese last week
It’s appropriate for me to go ham
Cause these boys sound so sweet
(Bon appétit)
‘Cause it’s not like, I grow straight overnight
Oh wait I do...
So let me do what I’m supposed to
By being a monster that conquers
And make my boys go bonkers
By my flow on top of beat of lockers
Disproving imposters and make them sweat out their boxers
(That’s gross fam)
For trying to speak on my behalf
Sit down before I gift you with a long peaceful nap
(They get the message)
Boy I’m going amp
Influenced by Gambino on ‘Camp’
And from my group where we chant
“TEARS OF BLOOD”
With these teachers that are pro-drug
I’m just playing
What am I feeling right now?
I believe its greatness
Imma state this
On that first placement
And this all started from the basement
[Chorus: Trey]
Oh snap, we put the per on the end of dap
Perhaps, some of these kids over here just wanna scrap
Let’s cap, all these noise complaints for the way our black hands clap
They’ll react, ‘cause right now I’m feeling like a world champ
[Verse 2: James and Trey]
(James)
Let's take it back
To the very beginning
The freshman back than
I was feeling kinda fresh and
Skate shirt 5 11's and some fresh vans
Never really thought that I would end up with my best friends
That's CSavage
That's Dirt Nasty
That's Trey C
That's Juvenile
That's Young Chop
That's D Kief
Ugh took four years look at what he did
Four tapes and I'm still chillin' with the kid
Killin' it with this 16's spittin' 16's before we turn 16
Ugh this about time that we made it
Cap and gown on so you know we graduated
Couple bars in but I go hard
'Til the beat ends to a restart
And I'm just trying to do me
Finished high school last week
Summer start up so I'm givin' out heat
Tennessee to spit
Tennessee penitentiary yet it's hot bars and I'm only 18
The point of this verse is to say just chill out cause it's only just high school
You don't like me that's like you
Just because I'm not just like you
Hi I'm cool!
It's likely you might be just kinda a tool
(Trey)
Yeah maybe true
We do what we do
Minimum rules
When we step out of school
Keep your distance
Cause these bars show we rap better then Christmas
Get dismiss
Ball better than the Pistons
We in this
Crackin' Guinness
[Chorus: Trey]
Oh snap, we put the per on the end of dap
Perhaps, some of these kids over here just wanna scrap
Let’s cap, all these noise complaints for the way our black hands clap
They’ll react, ‘cause right now I’m feeling like a world champ
[Verse 3: Joel]
No!
Please don't do it
Please don't put me on the mixtape
It's a mistake cause I dictate on the first take
Boy you know what happens when I get space
Beast in the cage
I'm a freak on the page
And I beat on this beat
'Till I'm beat in the face
World Champs so we leading the race
And we leavin' the amateurs
Needing some pace
Man
I spit too hard
But I swear that it's too easy
No L's just B E
So I ain't trying be cool
Man I'm trying to be me
Yeah I'm just trying be me
Huh and they try to beat me
Claiming that they one in a million
But all they try to do is repeat
Yo, see this ain't average
My mind is a nine
That's three hat-tricks
I'm messy with the meta's
A pope with the letta's
So I send these kiddy rappers to the pediatrics
See this is the part where I triplet flow and do not say anything special
This cadence is fillable, but it sounds so good on this instrumental
Been a couple years since Otis
Got a little better, I assumed you noticed
Shots to the Squad
That's Levi, Cam, Trey, James, and Yung Chop
You know this
High School and spent them with the best of these
The mixtape is the same old recipe
So rest with these the memories
And give silence to the beat
Let it please go rest in peace
Outro
[Chorus: Trey]
Oh snap, we put the per on the end of dap
Perhaps, some of these kids over here just wanna scrap
Let’s cap, all these noise complaints for the way our black hands clap
They’ll react, ‘cause right now I’m feeling like a world champ