Championship Rounds
OG told me I’m the one
And that’s the truth to me
Some youngin’ argued he got next
But he a fluke to me
I don’t hear your joint
So that point is always mute to me
Niggas think they making better music
Well that’s news to me
I laugh it off, all the noise is just fuel to me
Niggas got some ice on they neck, but they ain’t cool to me
You searched for paparazzi photo ops, foolery
Soon your career will need a eulogy
Cause fame the reason, niggas lose they mind, and don’t stick around
Jon Jones, lеg chops, it just whittles you down
I’m a step above you niggas
Likе a pitch from a mound
Most you niggas won’t make it to the championship rounds
Me, I’m tailor made for this shit
When I take a swing
I connect like Vijay Singh
You don’t wanna a miss thing
I’m must watch like the news in war times
Your shots don’t penetrate they come off the skin like pork rinds
I got the illest album out, was it ever in doubt
You made the same some twenty times in hopes of the clout
Instead of tryna run a business you running your mouth
I see success cause I’m everything you ain’t about
I load a beat and I start foaming at the mouth
I bring the sun to dark, rain to the drought
I bring the snow to the desert, grass to the clouds
Going where they say I can’t is my favorite route
The litmus is my discography, flawless is what it gotta be
Legend is what I want to be, any less is mockery
I spit fax, so they copy me, scan my body
And you’ll see the anatomy of a killer deep inside of me
With these lines I’m derogatory
Your baby moms loving pitstop, so you ain’t fond of me
You having nightmares when you see her caress and fondle me
Unfortunately dreams come true
She tired of you and I taught her new moves
If you don’t got the tunnel vision, then my vision gon’ be harder to see
I work harder when they never believe
If you tell me your more talented then I would agree
But you can’t do what I do cause you don’t want it like me
You hit Onyx more than studio, man what you expect
You lacking the progress cause the craft you neglect
Niggas see me and they always tells me I got next
But I’m now, nigga the hit CD for kids, I won’t ever miss
Your granny gon’ love it too, I’m after all the demos
We hatch a plan, then we go and treat it like it’s velcro
Stuck to it, my buzz is bubbling like Mello Yello
Ain’t no fear in my eyes ’til the day I meet God
Niggas think that I’m pussy cause I be shy and I’m quiet
Poison ivy dinner, I’m something you should never try
Never the type to pick a strap up and move reckless
But I can end your whole run with just one record
The mic beckons and I’m Game 6 Bron
I don’t want that advance cause that money ain’t mine
If I don’t keep my publishing I ain’t gon sign
Anything worth building is gon’ take time
And I’m patient, I just stay on my grind
Rappers say it’s there decade but they lying
Cali niggas watches on the east, dawg it ain’t your time
It’s mine nigga
Yeah