Heart of a Champ

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