Heart of a Champ Lyrics

Uh, tell him deliver the news, that 45 clap at his head like give him a hand

Get him gone in the breeze, the way that it blow

You would think he got hit by a fan

Stay with the stick, we smoke that shit, now his name in a strand

J died on that block, if I had me a Glock, I promise I never would ran

Flew out of the streets, lost Sid that week, damn, wasn't a part of the plan

If you give me a chance, I swear I'll show all these hatin' niggas i really am him

Had em jumping like Jordan, or like Aaron Gordon

Okay, nigga, let's meet at the rim

I'm a loser to love, but in y'all eyes, I guess I got the heart of a champ

Mac, 1911, shoot out that night, some days I wish it would left

Was serving that shit on Arnett, they love me for views or whatever, give them a check

Got nothing to lose, them niggas' triggers get tap

You know, birds get pressed

But for me, they no tools, fine ain't no fun in this bitch

Hop out the whip I started with curry in the clip, and I left me with Maxey

Bad bitch, she can't handle her, no

Fuck it, we get it on in the backseat

Pop me a ten, I promise to relax me

Pop me a ten, please do the nag me

Pop me a ten, please do not add me,

Pop me a ten, turn this bitch to a track meet

Tell 'em deliver the news

That 4-5 clap at his hand

Like, give him a hand

Get him good in the breeze

The way that it blow

You think he got hit by a fan

Stay with the stick, we smoke out that shit

Now his name in a strand

J died on that block

If I had me a Glock

I promise I never would ran

Flew out in the streets

Lost Sid that week, damn

Wasn't a part of the plan

God if you give a chance, I swear I'll show all these hating niggas I'm him

Had shit jumping like Jordan, or like Aaron Gordon,

Okay nigga let's meet at the rim

I'm a loser to love, but in your eyes, I guess I got the heart of a champ