MJ Pumps - Champion Lyrics

I feel like a champion
Losers yea they mad at us
My pockets gargantuan
1 Mill 2 Mill add it up
I get so much bitches name a shawty that I haven't f*cked
Boutta hit my jeweler up I can get that patek bussed

All these n****s stay scheming
All my diamonds stay gleaming
Walked in with a 10 pack and then I f*cked it up in Neiman
And you know you a n**** dope so bitches feening for my semen
Palm angels sweatsuits, for these million dollar meetings

Since a youngin' had the juice but I ain't talkin' Hi-C (Hi-C)
My life revolves around a check I need deal from Nike (Check, check)
You see my pockets with no money yea that shit's unlikely (It is)
She really f*ck me like cancer but was born a pisces

I might be
The realist in it
Don't cap but I wear fitteds
Knew I was worth a ticket
Since living my first minutes
They say I'm popping now
Like I came out a skillet
Don't think I'm shitting now
This only the beginning
I admit it
I'm the youngest flyest n**** that is coming out my city
Every time I open instagram these bitches showing titties
Had to go get me a bag because my palms was getting itchy
Now I'm rocking Mike Amiri I was used to rocking dickies

Yea
Yea
I was rocking them dickies n****
Pull up it get sticky, put em six feet under then smoke him like some icky n****
My pockets full of blue cheese, copped a new piece, on my jewels spent like 50 n****
N****s really be too faced really two fake in the end I know you ain't really with me n****

I just sit back and relax
While n****s fall off and collapse
I had a few snakes in my circle
I cut all the ties and detached
If rapping don't really work out
I might just put on a ski mask
Bitches see me and go tell they n****s
To study and go and be that

I feel like a champion
Losers yea they mad at us
My pockets gargantuan
1 Mill 2 Mill add it up
I get so much bitches name a shawty that I haven't f*cked
Boutta hit my jeweler up I can get that patek bussed
I feel like a champion
Losers yea they mad at us
My pockets gargantuan
1 Mill 2 Mill add it up
My main bitch be packing it
And you know bad as f*ck
From the back I slide it in
Then tell her to back it up

I feel like a champ 'cause I stay winning no losing
All these bitches be choosing so I stay focused on blue strips
Whoever thought I could do this and go so hard with my music
Look like a brick rocking all white and my car color is cool whip

I'm always shitting to remind 'em we won't go back to the bottom
Tried to bury me like seeds cause they ain't think I was gon' blossom
All my n****s that stayed down with me they good for life I got 'em
They say love is the solution, guess that's why my life got problems

Can't complain tho
I came from nothing but I made arrangements
All them trials and tribulations caused me losing patience
And them losses I was taking had me getting faded
But I was destined even satan couldn't stop my greatness

Ain't even mention how I felt when my own started hatin'
But now I'm laughing with my legs up cause the Bentley spacious
My shawty never left the country but her hair Malaysian
I passed the school of hard knocks still no congratulations

Stayed strong like I'm Hercules through all the adversity
You ain't on my level don't you even think bout versing me
Most these rappers suck they'll probably never get a verse with me
I'm cocky as f*ck I always stick my chest out purposely

I feel like a champion
Losers yea they mad at us
My pockets gargantuan
1 Mill 2 Mill add it up
I get so much bitches name a shawty that I haven't f*cked
Boutta hit my jeweler up I can get that patek bussed
I feel like a champion
Losers yea they mad at us
My pockets gargantuan
1 Mill 2 Mill add it up
My main bitch be packing it
And you know bad as f*ck
From the back I slide it in
Then tell her to back it up