Champion

This like my ninth time writing this shit
I use to burn on spliff
Keep the straps in da bag like a dyke in this bitch
Turn to a demon when I enter the pitch
Crazy how I changed in a year it feel like a glitch
Even if I shoot I still never miss
I remember my high school clique
Damn really miss being a kid
I left tech then I fell off the grid
I'm sorry if I was ever a prick
I'm sorry if I acted like a dick

Damn I miss the old swank
Damn I miss the old swank
Damn damn I miss the old swank
Damn
I miss the old swank
Damn

If we ain't talking about breesh I ain't talking at all
Loyalty change when cash involved
Six ft but the cash getting tall

She playing with daggers so I give her the sword
Stay overseas like welcome aboard
I had to kill just cause I was bored

Bread coming in im yawning
I aint jackin shit cause gang really on it
Kobe wit rings im feeling like sonic
Tomato tomato however you call it
Never worried cause Zoe's is spawning

Call me Da Vinci how I'm writing these lyrics
I haven't been in the stu in a minute
Hanging up if it ain't about business
I'm in really in da stu like a perfect attendance
Bank account match run on sentence

Where da bottles at
Cause im trynna get lit
Don't kill my vibe cause opps in here

Damn I miss the old swank
Damn I miss the old swank
Damn I miss the old swank



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Writer(s): Cedrick Fenelon
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