This is a song about "A champion"

Is written in our souls, africa

A store that dosen't get a

Given a velocity and a direction

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Me and my microphone could be one

Influences are a dime a dozen

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

What up girl, tell me how you been

Blind hate for this worrisome champion

Beach on the weekend

Its gonna be a a test

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I never quit to i reached the goal, because am the unbeaten champion

You can disown him or stone him

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