Fat Bro - Hood Champion (Change For Change)

Niggas change for change and niggas ain't the gang
You cross my brothas crack your top like Wock you drink
No drive-bys walk down boy what you think
You sendin' shots right through the net bitch come direct I'm in the paint, yea
Niggas change for change and niggas ain't the gang
Get up a hunnit put my Pops right on my chain
500 racks right to MaDukes she in a Range
Then grab Top Dawg we livin' large we in PJs we state to state
Fat Boss yea they wanna steal my flow
It's fake love, everywhere I go
You know the gang, bitch it's B-S-O
Shoutout Top Dawg that's the gang nigga CEO
And you know the price is high 55 for a bow
I got shit for the high and I got shit for the low
Grab the keys to the ride grab some woods and let's go
We got stickies and glickies Shooter Opp on patrol
Rap shit turnt through the roof Fat Boss I'm turnt to the max
Take your bitch to crib and make her throw that shit back
Late-night trappin' wit' B hit the stu roll some thrax
Session over at 1 and then it's back to the trap
Niggas change for change and niggas ain't the gang
You cross my brothas crack your top like Wock you drink
No drive-bys walk down boy what you think
You sendin' shots right through the net bitch come direct I'm in the paint, yea
Niggas change for change and niggas ain't the gang
Get up a hunnit put my Pops right on my chain
500 racks right to MaDukes she in a Range
Then grab Top Dawg we livin' large we in PJs we state to state
This rap shit different gotta move smart and stay consistent
I chose my route and yea I see it vivid
I got brothas in the pen and I got brothas in the kitchen, whippin' chickens
Hold it down whatever you do just do it different
Hood Champion (Hood Champion yea, yea)
Hood Champion yea, yea
Niggas change for change and niggas ain't the gang
You cross my brothas crack your top like Wock you drink
No drive-bys walk down boy what you think
You sendin' shots right through the net bitch come direct I'm in the paint, yea
Niggas change for change and niggas ain't the gang
Get up a hunnit put my Pops right on my chain
500 racks right to MaDukes she in a Range
Then grab Top Dawg we livin' large we in PJs we state to state

Written by:
Robert Montgomery

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