Christo Amp - GBNS

Champ
Whoever hear this song please pray for me
Or at least blaze an eighth for me
Still one of biggest missions is to make money
And build a name that no one could ever take from me
And watch these niggas gon' see
They gon' witness what a nigga gon' be
But, right now them niggas ignore me before I even tell my story
Man, shit's never gon' be the same
R.I.P. to those, their tomorrow wasn't promised couldn't see today
I'm tryna get Rich Homie so, I can Feel Some Type of Way
You Dominican and don't speak spanish? My nigga you should be ashamed
Hold up, nigga, wait, let me explain
See back in '94, it was a new age
My mama learn English the new way
And she stop speakin' Spanish was I was created
So, I didn't know Spanish by elimination
Man, since '09 I've been steady blazin'
Blowin' on pine, and all my niggas Cajun
New Yorker got pizza on a paper plate
But, a nigga never trippin' 'cause I'm livin' striaght
God bless, no stress, God bless, no stress
God bless, no stress, and I'm pray for them niggas' on that hoe shit (our father)
God bless, no stress(I pray), God bless, no stress (for these bitch ass niggas')
God bless, no stress, and I'm pray for them niggas' on that hoe shit
Brought a strap to 5th grade, I ain't fuck with them switch blades
Now, the only motive is to get paid, and get a wood grain just so I can switch lanes
And it might be sittin' on blades, in a damn Impala, or a damn Escalade
Pullin' up to the scene cleaner than Cascade, in the night time with my black shades
Just so I don't have to see nothin'
Niggas' sayin' 'round me man, when you gon' be some'n'? (gotdamn)
The fam askin' me, when you gonna stop weed puffin'?(you keep smokin' that shit)
Well shit, you stressin' me out right now, I need to chief some'n
And continue my mission, with this dream huntin'
And a nigga had the rock but a nigga fumbled
Couldn't serve up the rock 'cause them fiends up, too
So, I'm breakin' down the weed and lettin' it crumble
Got six more to blow, we only at blunt two, uh
God bless all those around me
Bring no stress to those around me
While bullshit be layin' on the ground
I be like young Goku, in the clouds
God bless, no stress, God bless, no stress
God bless, no stress, and I'm pray for them niggas' on that hoe shit
God bless, no stress, God bless, no stress
God bless, no stress, and I'm pray for them niggas' on that hoe shit
When you hear my name you better roof roof (yea)
Smokin' like a train, you can hear my chuu chuu (Champ)
Comin' for the top niggas' better scoot scoot (yea)
Never fallin' off like a fuckin' loose shoe (Champ)
All I spit is fire but, a niggas too cool (yea)
That criminal with the fuckin' smooth moves (Champ)
Tryna get my views up on the YouTube (yea)
Never touch white like my damn school books (Champ)
But, I'm comin' out like a fuckin' loose tooth (yea)
Untouchable like a damn Bluetooth (Champ)
Back in '03 I was rockin' FUBU (yea)
Now, I'm tryna get my feet up in some new shoes (Champ)
Pray for the day that I get a new coupe (yea)
Live in the fast lane, goin' zoom zoom (Champ)
Bottled up stress get my feelin' coo-coo (yea)
But, Hakuna Matata, and just do you (Champ)
But, I'm still feelin' out of mind
Ahead of my time, when you here me rhyme sit and recline
I'm the new black Einstein, flow straight sci-fi, smokin' on the weed that should be in the High Times
If you amplified, fuck with this, and press rewind
If you burnin' pine, sippin' wine, just turn it high
Feelin' so alive, maybe I could day today
But, if I die I wanna have my one holiday (hallelujah)
And maybe even a statue on top of my grave
To remind the world that the boy was self-made (yes lord)
Labeled as a misfit in the first grade
'Cause I couldn't read like nobody my age
But, it's still God bless, no stress
Still prayin' for them niggas' on that hoe shit
Young nigga out of Austin, focused
This more then rap, it's recreational poetry
(Yea)
(And I'm out)
(And I'm out)
(AV)

Written by:
Christopher Amponsah

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