National Champs lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Intro]
I had to take the seats out
I had to put that Balmain interior in the Maybach, n*gga

[Verse 1]
She know you n*ggas monkey n*ggas
She want a money makin' mogul n*gga
Quit smilin' like you know a n*gga
You ain't no boss, how you owe a n*gga
I'm the flame that the game needed
Let y'all fiends use the same needle
See my chain know the clique fatal
I turned a dream into a record label
Holdin' my hammer, it get cold in the winter
My lil n*ggas on fire, I f*cks with no sex offenders
Got all the b*tches, lyrics is vicious
Taylor my britches, reaminin' consistent
I keep to myself, most neighbors be snitches
I bought me a mansion, dope boy in the district
Brick in the trunk, V-7 be movin
Hundred black caskets, in honor of Boobie
I'm shippin that boy, to my dawg in Detroit
Let him run through the Chi', oh me oh my
Keepin' it real, my n*ggas invented
Beginnin' to climb, your n*ggas descendin'
Brick haven, if a b*tch hate
Must be mad how I'm ballin' like I'm Nick Saban
National champs, look at my rings
Charlie Ward, I play for two teams
DeMarcus Cousins, way of doing things
Call it dirty money, look at all the joy it brings
Gavin Maloof, Rick Ross, Micky Arison
b*tch I'm a f*ckin' boss
[Chorus]
Keep your enemies close (yay yay)
Like the weed that you smoke (yay yay)
Watch the words that you speak (yay yay)
Leave that sh*t in the streets (yay yay)

[Verse 2]
Your homie hatin', want to see you home invaded
Tweetin' your location, got all these killers racin'
Meanwhile I'm sellin records, trynna move vinyl
Killin' like makin records, n*ggas wanna sign you
Hit, hit, go make another hit
Big advance for a n*gga he could never get
n*gga hatin' on me send his address to my gmail
On my twitter bio why the f*ck you think it's up there?
f*ck your show n*gga, I'll f*ck your ho n*gga
You just a half a brick, I'm that whole n*gga
You a half a man, I'm a gold n*gga
So when you try me, I'mma throw n*gga
That's all I can say (yay yay)
Take 'em to trial (yay yay)

[Chorus]
Keep your enemies close (yay yay)
Like the weed that you smoke (yay yay)
Watch the words that you speak (yay yay)
Leave that sh*t in the streets (yay yay)
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