Donny Goines, XV, Bun B - Champion's Anthem lyrics

Yeah, it’s that street
Nigga, always thorough, home on furlough
Respected in the hood
Certified in the borough
Walk the block like I own it, if you got it
I want it and if you want it, I got it
Don’t make your boy red dot it
Dropped two hundred on a watch
With a hundred begets
Shot the white from half court
And hit nothing but net
Drop so hard in Houston, Tex
They felt it up in Tibet
And I put my foot up in your ass
If you try to fuck with the set
I rep PA to the fullest
And I don’t mean Pennsylvania
It’s pulled all in Texas
Where motherfuckers’ll stain ya
Like True Blood homie
They gonna fuck it and drain ya
When they find your monkey ass, they
Won’t be able to name ya, nope
They gonna fuck around and have to
Call your ass John Doe
Looking like somebody ran you over
With a lawn mower
Dirty South don bro, call me Datcher Lando
This rude boy business, pussy clap
Boy you don’t know

Aye, we up in the motherfucker man
Came a long way from
Waiting for the government
Yeah, no more ducking undercover vans
Let me break it down so you people understand
I’m a champion, I’m a, I’m a champion
I’m a champion, I’m a, I’m a champion
I’m a champion, I’m a, I’m a champion
I’m a champion, I’m a, I’m a champion

How could it not be uber awesome
When them stores you couldn’t walk in start
To look just like your closet
I got models on my furnishings
I probably still got jeans
On layaway at Burlington’s
Prefer to swim in my
Riches like Scrooge McDuck
Girls we couldn’t touch
Now we take ‘em to the telly
Ain’t no tellin' what they’ll do to us
In Vegas for a day tell your friends come
They ask you what room you want
I just say the big one, penthouse
Big fun, girls out of Penthouse, pin-ups
Kinda like a pawn shop
They know what they gon’ give up
And you be thinking this is just a great look
She be thinkin' I can’t wait to
Post this up on Facebook
They look high up just to eye us
Fly up just to high five us
And buyers makin' me richer like Pryor
And all my niggas got priors
So I just keep droppin' fire
That all my people require
And I’mma put us all on till
We look like a choir

I’mma C-H-A-M-P, skip to the next line, I O N
Blow ‘em all out when I go in
Now y’all wanna cue the violins
Be me nigga, try your best
Snatch a gold medal since I know best
No type of rest, yeah my flow dead
This right here is quite grotesque
In a micro sec, I’mma write your check
Hopefully your ass can cover it
No Eminem recovering
When I rap on Southern shit bitch
Tell your label they can suck a dick
I had to slow it down, down
Down just a bit, okay, had enough of that
Ok had enough of that, this is just a jab
Don’t make turn your record to punching bag
Scream on a HOOOOOOOO like
Thundercats, nigga, no bullshit
Just the facts
Nigga, my sixteens full of mustard gas
Man, ain’t nobody gon’ fuck with that
Maki cue the music donny drew the blueprint
Now it’s Albert Hitchcock
Donny flew the coop shit
Paint the stadium red
Body bruising movement
All my bars sick, Harlem’s new recruitment

It’s a cold world and my old
Girl say she fucking my partner
I’m just ready to grab this chopper
Spray his face like some copper
I been watching for two days
Feeling like a set of cheetahs
While I’m counting all this cash
Camo shorts and a wife beater
Let me chill, enough of that musher shit
I’m just on my pusher shit
Let them know that I’m for real
Whenever I got my insta-clip
My nigga, please
Don’t question if I got the heart to shoot ya
If you look up in my eyes, then I’m stoned
No Medusa with no fairy tales, very well
I stay around like Ferris wheels
Got your ho skipping on her day
Around like Ferris wheels
Buhler, check my mula
Guarantee it look so icy
I pop heat and got more pussy than
Them bitch hoes who be dyking
Please don’t push me, I
Am Viking, tiger blood
That’s how you see me
And you niggas claim you hard
But you softer than linguini
I don’t have to do no flexing
I don’t have a Lamborghini
But, I got a bitch named Amber
Coming out of her bikini