Championships Lyrics

When the trumpet start singing

And the band start marching

You better know where your home at

Quit calling ppl your homie

Darkness make you feeling lonely

We gotta go

We on the road

Championship take it home

We in the zone

Just leave me alone

& please watch your tone

When the trumpet start singing

And the band start marching

You better know where your home at

Quit calling ppl your homie

Darkness make you feeling lonely

We gotta go

We on the road

Championship take it home

We in the zone

Just leave me alone

& please watch your tone

You eat with folks you didn't starved with

A flawed way of thinking

Been with my dogs since I was kissing on women under the bleachers

back in grade school, I'll give you 8 rules

Rule number 1 don't let these ppl play you

Rules number 2, is that some ppl hate you

But use that hatred and watch the levels that it can take you

Just be faithful

Rule number 3 is the same as rule number 4

Don't trust these hoes, & everybody ain't your bro, we sticking to the code

Rule number 5 you got some ppl alive that's still depending on you

So handle your business homie, you the one

Rule number 6

You gotta admit, that you aint perfect so build a team and go profit the chips

Make sure you split percentages so everybody get rich

& don't be rapping bout no bricks if you was never in the mix

I'm tryna get niggas to see the vision

I'm on a mission, tryna get niggas read and listen

Know I'm on my pivot

Gotta get niggas to see the ending

From the beginning I been saying I'm that nigga

Never playing bout my business

We was on the road to being great, I was in my way

That's rule number 8, cause never doubt your place to be amongst the greats

I was clocking in that night shift, doing bout 10-8

Every 2 hours I took a break, and wrote a verse a day

I'm bout to just get it back

Yeah I'm off the dome now

Do it for my mama & the people in my hometown

For the people that believed & didn't perceive

That I would be writing V's for people to see

& you gon' CC me

I'm shooting shots like I'm CP3

I take it back just like 3 CDs

Bed or the floor man that's the same thing to me

Niggas really cappin you ain't gang gang to me

& I'm bout to drop a bomb

& when I go to spittin like a hundred round drum go dumb

When the trumpet start singing

And the band start marching

You better know where your home at

Quit calling ppl your homie

Darkness make you feeling lonely

We gotta go

We on the road

Championship take it home

We in the zone

Just leave me alone

& please watch your tone