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Champion
Hip-Hop/Rap
Champion was released on August 23, 2026 by boardwalkmuscle as a part of the album Champion - Single
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Release DateAugust 23, 2026
Labelboardwalkmuscle
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Millennium music
Sibi, sibi, sibi, sibi
Kick out
Yeah, ayy, huh, huh
I have had to take it way too, way too fuckin' back
Had to take that shit back because she said all that shit too lack
I don't hate the shit, I was six, I heard this
Never take no one else's shit, never listen to a bitch
So I took your shit back and made some new stacks
I had to finish the blocks on Snapchat
The way I get it, got it like it's crazy
Pulled up on the beat but the beat was too bassy
Never been lazy, gettin' money lately
She be screamin', sayin' me new boyfriend was crazy
She eatin' the dick like a sandwich, said it's tasty
Never losin' sleep because no one else can replace me
Every single day, G, I feel just like Jay-Z, huh
Sippin' too much, my eyes goin' hazy, huh
All the other shit was too samey
How you feelin'? Ricky Ross on the beat, so now I'ma be crazy
Hundred racks on the watch, hundred blocks on the dock
Ricky Ross, new whip, tennis shoes and the socks
I'm up in Secret City, yeah, that boy got the lean
But I'm ready, hit the club and bricks sellin' like rings
I'm steppin' out fresh, I'm steppin' out clean
My **** Young Mobb, dope boy in D.C
When you up in the D, we gon' stunt like a dog
My **** drop out of school, mother said you broke, aw
Don't worry 'bout the crackers 'cause the crackers ain't sharp
Now I'm lookin' in the Phantom, bitch, you know that I'm the mob
See a grill in the front, white girl feelin' the front
How you feelin'? Ricky Ross, I get a million a month
I'm so mobbed, so mobbed, I get it so mobbed
Feelin' mobbed to the trap, fresh off a blowjob
Yeah, I'm chasin' all the cheese, pussy ****, tell that
If you waitin' on the sack, boy, just hit my cell back
Sell over the next six of dope
I'm livin' in the Matrix like Andrew Tate
I'm about to catch a motherfuckin' case
I'm twenty-five, it's time to make a change
She want me to break her back like Bane
Almost lost my mind, cocaine, no pain
Ice cream, ganja like almost lost my mind
Got the life on ice
But here off a brick on overdraft
You see this comeback in movies
Only know the truth of
Yeah, and I'm a cold one, that's what you did to me
You was hatin' on me, tellin' me that I can't pull this off
Now I'm pullin' big clips up like asshole
What the fuck happened to Adderall?
I guess you done too much of this
I am out of college, finally I went to concert
I do this shit for the youngins, they all high
I said I'm the world war, man, no world war
Yeah, feel like I'm Count Dooku
In my mind, I'm goin' off the hook
Can't read me, no, that would be a terrible book
And I lost my mind a while ago
I smoke hundred napalm
Don't come tell me what I did wrong
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No sleep, been longin' to come home
I hope she give me sloppy top, yeah
She got a tattoo on her tummy showin' me the pom-pom, yeah
I think it was a man
I think it was a man
Like heck with the readies
I been in the money like goddamn
Whippin' on the beats, no problem
Gotta pay back, say tracks on the rap game
Kick 'em back, lay back, I'm all them
Was sayin' my presence give essence to my adolescence
I know that I'm blessed, what I'm keepin' a presence
I'm makin' some noise, I'm workin' with legends
I do what I do and I play what I'm dealt with, yeah
And I don't really wanna go deep on the track
I work, no sleep, had my dreams for that
Push all my limits, I peeped all that
This shit ain't a gimmick, a nine to five tenant
I'm writing these lyrics, you know I'm gon' kill it
Top tier, it's like Bach here
Shorty say don't talk to the law, the cops weird
It's not a **** that I fear, my eyes clear
What I did in ten, I'm quadruplin' in five years
Standards, we don't even respect the slander
They ask the questions but tryna contaminate the answers
Never picked up the bandana life
These **** totin' guns that they can't even handle right
Keep the shit a stack, we don't got a chance
We just workin' on a couple million dollar plans
I'm makin' invisible moves like I'm Hollow Man
The game'll make you feel like you ain't real until you shot a man
And he gotta be the same color skin
That harsh reality, who tryna cap the lead?
Don't be investin' all that money if your album in
Don't be investin' all that money if your album in
They say, "What if you fail?" I say, "God forbid"
The hate they was wishin' on me, I got the opposite
That's why I throw my locs on on some Big Poppa shit
Tell 'em I'm comin' and I'm rockin' what I'm rockin' with
Written by: Joshua Offenberg, boardwalkmuscle
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