Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
As I'm walking down this long corridor
These hallways just be going on forever
While I'm on this road for cheddar
Better late than never
Swear my bounce back is coming
That ring with 4 corners
Be my world my circumference
An abundance of that drank mixed with drugs
Seems tempting
Then my inner mental
Might remember whole different perspective
Can't afford to keep my problems on the shelf
Lingering this thing it is
My specific gift
Lifting niggas from the ring
Til that bell make that song that it sing
The applause shortly follows
But it's momentary cause that bread is what's resulted
I'm still here for the win cause getting Fetti still the mission
All I hear is hating niggas
No ambition
No vision
F*ck a rank
F*ck a thought
F*ck a race
And f*ck a drought
Til these back pains and aches be the trouble then I lost
Then the cost is weighing on me heavy
Bounce back
Be the only thing necessary
No comparison or pairing
Leg locks
Arm bars
Niggas fearing our squad
Piercing even our scars
To find these heathens
I can't even see these demons out far
Southpaw been the cause
For our flawless squabbles
Victories and wins
Compromising sins
But I'll do it all again
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
I could tell niggas that my origin story was never fortunate
From doing trials out in Oregon
Then down to Florida
Catching matches back to back
Damn feet and knees was scorching
It started as love and still is so nigga f*ck endorsements
More the course of being revered and important
Orders of the best matches
Best pads for practice
Best fade catching
Sensei getting shown out in classes
I'm the master
I'm advanced
I'm the best looking
Even at they slightest glances
Bazzy Black - Armor King Lyrics
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Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
As I'm walking down this long corridor
These hallways just be going on forever
While I'm on this road for cheddar
Better late than never
Swear my bounce back is coming
That ring with 4 corners
Be my world my circumference
An abundance of that drank mixed with drugs
Seems tempting
Then my inner mental
Might remember whole different perspective
Can't afford to keep my problems on the shelf
Lingering this thing it is
My specific gift
Lifting niggas from the ring
Til that bell make that song that it sing
The applause shortly follows
But it's momentary cause that bread is what's resulted
I'm still here for the win cause getting Fetti still the mission
All I hear is hating niggas
No ambition
No vision
F*ck a rank
F*ck a thought
F*ck a race
And f*ck a drought
Til these back pains and aches be the trouble then I lost
Then the cost is weighing on me heavy
Bounce back
Be the only thing necessary
No comparison or pairing
Leg locks
Arm bars
Niggas fearing our squad
Piercing even our scars
To find these heathens
I can't even see these demons out far
Southpaw been the cause
For our flawless squabbles
Victories and wins
Compromising sins
But I'll do it all again
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
I could tell niggas that my origin story was never fortunate
From doing trials out in Oregon
Then down to Florida
Catching matches back to back
Damn feet and knees was scorching
It started as love and still is so nigga f*ck endorsements
More the course of being revered and important
Orders of the best matches
Best pads for practice
Best fade catching
Sensei getting shown out in classes
I'm the master
I'm advanced
I'm the best looking
Even at they slightest glances
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
As I'm walking down this long corridor
These hallways just be going on forever
While I'm on this road for cheddar
Better late than never
Swear my bounce back is coming
That ring with 4 corners
Be my world my circumference
An abundance of that drank mixed with drugs
Seems tempting
Then my inner mental
Might remember whole different perspective
Can't afford to keep my problems on the shelf
Lingering this thing it is
My specific gift
Lifting niggas from the ring
Til that bell make that song that it sing
The applause shortly follows
But it's momentary cause that bread is what's resulted
I'm still here for the win cause getting Fetti still the mission
All I hear is hating niggas
No ambition
No vision
F*ck a rank
F*ck a thought
F*ck a race
And f*ck a drought
Til these back pains and aches be the trouble then I lost
Then the cost is weighing on me heavy
Bounce back
Be the only thing necessary
No comparison or pairing
Leg locks
Arm bars
Niggas fearing our squad
Piercing even our scars
To find these heathens
I can't even see these demons out far
Southpaw been the cause
For our flawless squabbles
Victories and wins
Compromising sins
But I'll do it all again
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
Going for that title win again
We don't fumble fold break or bend
I could tell niggas that my origin story was never fortunate
From doing trials out in Oregon
Then down to Florida
Catching matches back to back
Damn feet and knees was scorching
It started as love and still is so nigga f*ck endorsements
More the course of being revered and important
Orders of the best matches
Best pads for practice
Best fade catching
Sensei getting shown out in classes
I'm the master
I'm advanced
I'm the best looking
Even at they slightest glances
Writer: Malcolm Smith, Bazzy Black
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid