Meek Mill - Championships lyrics

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 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' 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 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 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 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