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Championships Lyrics By Meek Mill

    yeah uh

    all the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
    gettin’ high to get by it’s gettin’ worse now
    you gotta tell ’em put them guns and them 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’ gotta 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 9s 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’ them boards
    ain’t quittin’ no more like give me some more
    we wearing 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 gotta 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’
    ridin’ 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 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 young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no wraith
    but he in the 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 twentyfive
    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

    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

    Artist: Meek Mill

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 345