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People's Champ
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Upchurch
Upchurch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Upchurch
Ryan Upchurch
Songwriter
Thomas Toner
Thomas Toner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Toner
Thomas Toner
Producer

Letras

I'm a different breed, I am what you need I just plant the seed and create MC's that grow up like me NASCAR on TV, root for number three, here's the checkered flag Let me grab a Coors and take a picture with this Kodak Sterling Marlin sponsors, only rednecks gon' know that Whitey stompin' rappers like a West Virginia toe tap Sick as fuck and not rockin' the hazmat or dumb mask Only rockin' this Caucasian baddie with a fat ass Yeah, whip that thing like a brand-new Hellcat Drillin' holes in the game like a stuck thermostat Don't act like you won't come back if you reachin' from the doormat You say you want a feat'? Hеre's two, where the door at? These rappers fake work, and they ain't never had a sore back Lookin' at a hammer and nails like it's an ancient artifact Rap's an art in fact, if the goals are back, prepare to get slashed Hope the doctor used a hemostat in med class Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player Give my pen an IV of blood comin' out of me So I can live through my lyrics and write to my heartbeat I wasn't invited here, I showed up without askin' Anybody who says somethin' gettin' dropped like Ben Askren Wakin' up the next mornin', eat a bowl of milk and Aspirin Readin' Tweets about yourself until your eyeballs feel like plastic Eyes lookin' pink, my shit about you becomes classic, huh Me callin' you a pussy is your career's biggest asset All I hear is I'm the GOAT, well, I'm a grizzly bear, you faggot My enemy's the Taliban, I'm full metal jacket And this mass murder mind on the mic is now a habit Every time I drop an album, I caught me a couple caskets Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player Overall, everyone can suck my balls Imagine if I didn't like you and I popped me a couple of Adderalls Behind me, no lateral, Hail Mary for sure No ending, so I'm goin' down white 2Pac Shakur And you won't have to miss me 'cause the bullets always miss me My diss ain't a freebie, cost a hundred racks for you to eat my debris And good luck to the mainstream, I seen that you tried to dub me But there's only one Tennessee nominee, and I'm that honky And for the record, if I was Morgan Wallen I'd tell the label check their wallet Remind 'em who makes the dollars for 'em No, I don't dislike him, if anything, I got his back Even if he said cracker and his skin was pitch black Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first stream player
Writer(s): Thomas Daniel Toner, Ryan Edward Upchurch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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