Championships

Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my hood

Popping percs now

Gettin' high to get by, it's gettin' worse now

You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down

Them new jails got ten yards in 'em

And that's your first down, uh

And I ain't come here to preach

I just had to say somethin'

'Cause I'm the one with the reach

Youngin' got a quarter ounce

He tryna turn into Meech

Ain't had no daddy

He's had to learn from the streets

I used to be a honor roll student, damn

Then I turned to a beast

The first time I seen a nigga get

Some blood on his sneaks

He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street

His mama cryin', that did somethin' to me, oh Lord

The shit I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an award

I used to sell Reggie, damn, how I get to the Forbes?

I take a shot, if I miss, I'm gettin' 'em boards

Ain't quittin' no more, like give me some more

We went Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior

Was dead broke but rich in soul

Was we really that poor?

Was we really that dumb?

'Cause we carry a gun

And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin' one

'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas

Got to bury her son

I'm speakin' to you as a prophet

As rare as they come, uh

Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick

Why you wanna be a shooter?

Mama told me not to do it but I did it

Now I'm locked up in a prison

Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it

Watch my dream shatter in an instant

I'm on a visit posin' for the picture

Like I'm going for my prom or somethin'

Like I ain't facing time or somethin'

Ride for these niggas like that shit

Ain't hurt my mom or somethin'

Only one gon' get me commissary

Or even buy me somethin'

When it all fall down

I can't call y'all now

Even if I hit your phone

That won't get me home

Seen so many different times

These niggas did me wrong

Shit that's the reason that I did this song

Shit we was kids used to play on the step

A couple years later we flirtin' with the angel of death

I was 11 years old, I got my hands on the TEC

When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush

My homie's dying I'm like, maybe we next

That just made me a threat

Knowin' the niggas smoke my daddy

It just made me upset

Made me a man shit I was five

When God gave me my test

Go to court with a court appointed

And he won't say he objects

Now it's you against the state

And you ain't got no cake

Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space

I know a youngin' that got murked

Ain't get to drive no Wraith

But he in hearse on the way to church

I know his mom gon' faint

When she smell like embalment fluid

Cologne all on her baby

Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy

When they drop that casket all in the ground

Who gon' save me?

How could you blame me?

When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive

And beat them odds

When niggas die by twenty-five

When I stop fearin' for my life

When I decide to change my mind and stop totin'

Tryna smoke the pain away

They lock us up for smoking

Put 'em on probation

Lock 'em up if you ain't perfect

Victim to the system like a rain drop in the ocean

They closin' all the schools and all the prisons gettin' open

Yeah

See comin' from where I come from

We had to beat the streets

Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty

And now we made it through all that

We at the championship