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73Hunnid - Champ In My Section Lyrics



73Hunnid - Champ In My Section Lyrics
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Touched so much of paper in my life, feel like a bank teller
You type to go and drop a dime boy, I ain't ever
Went and took some charges for my dawgs, no I ain't tell it
Tryna be relevant, bitch you ain't special
I'm a known champ in my section, hand me a gold metal
Laws don't wanna see me win, they label me a cold felon
Brudda showed me where the bag at, i went to go get it
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, counting more digits
I be posted all in the hood just like a car engine
My whole team strapped just like the army, nigga don't come test it
Nigga war ready
I been smokin onnat heavy when I'm hard stressing
Upcoming legend, you a whole freshman
See we ain't inna same league
Had it hard while they was getting the shit with ease
Name on fire, I need a breeze
Swear it cost to be the boss, I paid the fee
Don't come around claiming you love me cuz you gone leave
Swear to god
The ones y'all think be real, boy they be fraud
How you say you came from nothing but ain't neva have to starve
If I eat, my whole team eat, I feed the squad
& I put that on my unborn, that ima keep on going
I'm the sickest
Bringing up my name in they mentions
Had to learn that they be out seeking attention
I ain't worrying bout these bitches
I'm focused onna dollar
Everytime I shoot a video in my hood, the laws come stop it
Feel like my dawg been plottin
My mama told me watch the ones around me
It'll hurt but I'll kill em if my nigga think to cross me
Run up on me nigga, I'm gone shoot
Step over a nigga worldwide, AI over Tyron Lue
My game different from by how the game taught you
You the type to trick yo money on these bitches, nigga I'm not you
Every thing I do straight from the heart, my kind different
If my mind on spinnin, I'm God son so God sent me
Keep a nine with me
So much fake love, can't vibe with it
Even smile different
Act numb to the pain like ion feel it
Taught to mind my business
That's the only way that you'll survive the trenches
Feel like I be having nobody when I be needing healing yeah
Touched so much of paper in my life, feel like a bank teller
You type to go and drop a dime boy, I ain't ever
Went and took some charges for my dawgs, no, I ain't tell it
Tryna be relevant, bitch you ain't special
I'm a known champ in my section, hand me a gold metal
Laws don't wanna see me win, they label me a cold felon
Brudda showed me where the bag at, I went to go get it
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, counting more digits
This Glock, ridin wimme everywhere I'm going
And when he hot, spittin out some shit u can't avoid
Same ones call you they brudda be the ones who ain't ya boys
Gotta watch these bitches too cuz they'll play you like a toy
They'll only come around when they see you got it going
When you dead broke, can't even shoot cuz they'll ignore you
Rather be alone, that's how I like it, in my own lane
Streets been the same before we was here, they ain't gone ever change
Solid from jump forreal, I always been the same
You can't say just like me , ain't never feel my pain
I can't even leave my city, but ion even complain
Rather be locked up in the free world then locked up in them chains
Yeah
Touched so much of paper in my life, feel like a bank teller
You type to go and drop a dime boy, I ain't ever
Went and took some charges for my dawgs, no, I ain't tell it
Tryna be relevant, bitch you ain't special
I'm a known champ in my section, hand me a gold metal
Laws don't wanna see me win, they label me a cold felon
Brudda showed me where the bag at, I went to go get it
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, counting more digits
(Touched so much of paper in my life, feel like a bank teller)
(You type to go and drop a dime boy, I ain't ever)
(Went and took some charges for my dawgs, no, I ain't tell it)
(Tryna be relevant, bitch you ain't special yeah)
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Touched so much of paper in my life, feel like a bank teller
You type to go and drop a dime boy, I ain't ever
Went and took some charges for my dawgs, no I ain't tell it
Tryna be relevant, bitch you ain't special
I'm a known champ in my section, hand me a gold metal
Laws don't wanna see me win, they label me a cold felon
Brudda showed me where the bag at, i went to go get it
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, counting more digits
I be posted all in the hood just like a car engine
My whole team strapped just like the army, nigga don't come test it
Nigga war ready
I been smokin onnat heavy when I'm hard stressing
Upcoming legend, you a whole freshman
See we ain't inna same league
Had it hard while they was getting the shit with ease
Name on fire, I need a breeze
Swear it cost to be the boss, I paid the fee
Don't come around claiming you love me cuz you gone leave
Swear to god
The ones y'all think be real, boy they be fraud
How you say you came from nothing but ain't neva have to starve
If I eat, my whole team eat, I feed the squad
& I put that on my unborn, that ima keep on going
I'm the sickest
Bringing up my name in they mentions
Had to learn that they be out seeking attention
I ain't worrying bout these bitches
I'm focused onna dollar
Everytime I shoot a video in my hood, the laws come stop it
Feel like my dawg been plottin
My mama told me watch the ones around me
It'll hurt but I'll kill em if my nigga think to cross me
Run up on me nigga, I'm gone shoot
Step over a nigga worldwide, AI over Tyron Lue
My game different from by how the game taught you
You the type to trick yo money on these bitches, nigga I'm not you
Every thing I do straight from the heart, my kind different
If my mind on spinnin, I'm God son so God sent me
Keep a nine with me
So much fake love, can't vibe with it
Even smile different
Act numb to the pain like ion feel it
Taught to mind my business
That's the only way that you'll survive the trenches
Feel like I be having nobody when I be needing healing yeah
Touched so much of paper in my life, feel like a bank teller
You type to go and drop a dime boy, I ain't ever
Went and took some charges for my dawgs, no, I ain't tell it
Tryna be relevant, bitch you ain't special
I'm a known champ in my section, hand me a gold metal
Laws don't wanna see me win, they label me a cold felon
Brudda showed me where the bag at, I went to go get it
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, counting more digits
This Glock, ridin wimme everywhere I'm going
And when he hot, spittin out some shit u can't avoid
Same ones call you they brudda be the ones who ain't ya boys
Gotta watch these bitches too cuz they'll play you like a toy
They'll only come around when they see you got it going
When you dead broke, can't even shoot cuz they'll ignore you
Rather be alone, that's how I like it, in my own lane
Streets been the same before we was here, they ain't gone ever change
Solid from jump forreal, I always been the same
You can't say just like me , ain't never feel my pain
I can't even leave my city, but ion even complain
Rather be locked up in the free world then locked up in them chains
Yeah
Touched so much of paper in my life, feel like a bank teller
You type to go and drop a dime boy, I ain't ever
Went and took some charges for my dawgs, no, I ain't tell it
Tryna be relevant, bitch you ain't special
I'm a known champ in my section, hand me a gold metal
Laws don't wanna see me win, they label me a cold felon
Brudda showed me where the bag at, I went to go get it
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, counting more digits
(Touched so much of paper in my life, feel like a bank teller)
(You type to go and drop a dime boy, I ain't ever)
(Went and took some charges for my dawgs, no, I ain't tell it)
(Tryna be relevant, bitch you ain't special yeah)
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Writer: Marcus McCoy
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Performed By: 73Hunnid
Language: English
Length: 4:00
Written by: Marcus McCoy
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