Champion

[Chorus] Boldy Blocks, I'm the champion All them niggas on your block just some damn peons Gettin' robbed for they shines, oh you fancy, huh? I'm harder than the ground that you standin' on Motherfuck how many grams you slung Is you gon' blow your whistle when the nigga hand you a gun? Heard them niggas wanna kill me, tell 'em, "Stand in line" ConCreature Boldy Blocks, I'm the champion, uh [Verse 1] Can't wait until my day come, I love to play dumb Fuck where they from, everything I touch be A-1 Was me, H, and Big Baby up in Juliana When I would set up shop in hoods, niggas can't come Shoutout to the Fear Baby, that's my real day one Big ups to my shotta Top, that's my real day one Quick to hit a nigga block, unload a K drum Have my youngin pull up from deep, he shoot like Trae Young Or airbrush a nigga fit with his paint gun Pull up on my lawyer, drop a fifty, get the case won They'll never knock me off my feet, still on the same run Junkie snorted the whole ten, it left his face numb New Yves Saint Laurent sneakers cost me eight hun' Prices on the blues, we don't pay no more than Tayshaun For boxes, no more than Ginobili for them K-9s Ain't no more state time after you cross them state lines [Chorus] Boldy Blocks, I'm the champion All them niggas on your block just some damn peons Gettin' robbed for they shines, oh you fancy, huh? I'm harder than the ground that you standin' on Motherfuck how many grams you slung Is you gon' blow your whistle when the nigga hand you a gun? Heard them niggas wanna kill me, tell 'em, "Stand in line" ConCreature Boldy Blocks, I'm the champion, uh (I'm the champion) [Verse 2] Ayy, I'm just tryna make a bag shake Dropped out, still, I'm doin' better than my classmates Glock 19 with the twenty leave you half-baked High speed 'cause I like my money at a fast pace This is a marathon, you start off fast Then you weasel in the back, gettin' lapped, comin' in last place My youngin died in a stoley runnin' from the police Who would've ever thought that that'd be his last chase? Playmakin' off the dribble, that's a fast break Wonderin' who she bank with? I asked her if she had Chase When we was little on McNichols, used to trap late When it was fun, we kept the pistols in the back brace 'Cause when they used to search for strap, they only pat waist Addicted to that drank, fell in love with how that Act taste We on soon as I get back straight Need that new rose-gold skeleton AP with the flat face Soon as I get back straight Need that new rose-gold skeleton AP with the flat face (Let's get it) [Chorus] Boldy Blocks, I'm the champion (Where we at with it?) All them niggas on your block just some damn peons (Uh) Gettin' robbed for they shines, oh you fancy, huh? (Oh you fancy, huh?) I'm harder than the ground that you standin' on (That you standin' on) Motherfuck how many grams you slung (Detroit) Is you gon' blow your whistle when the nigga hand you a gun? (Uh) Heard them niggas wanna kill me, tell 'em, "Stand in line" (Stand in line) ConCreature Boldy Blocks, I'm the champion, uh (I'm the champion) [Outro] (Boldy Blocks, I'm the champion) Real Bad Man, 227 Game time, mafia, what else? Let's get it I'm the champion