Lyrics
You want to get in some shit with me, you ain't fly enough
You just high as, tryna try it
Like, why isn't that stupid
I'm the people's champ
I'm the people's champ
The people's champ
Even if I evaded all the jealousy and the flakeness, I still gotta deal with the hatred
These suckers, they don't say shit, they just love attention
They did the dissing, that's why I keep my pistol
See who can pull fast, I'm a minister of society
I'm just an illustrator, and a braster
You mean it tough, Queen Puff
Get rid of the body and clean this up
I got schemes and plots, to deceive the cops
Boy, I've been trying to pump rocks, since I had the lunchbox
So, please don't get this trunk popped
I send people, to your peephole
Peek through your window, keeping up your kinfo
My nigga got it
Get it
Your nigga can get it
Got it
You want to get in some shit with me, you ain't fly enough
You just high as, tryna try it
Like, why isn't that stupid
I'm the people's champ
The people's champ
The people's champ
This is that
You hear him chant
Took a Xanny, I amended the amendments
That's how they look at family
Tequila or Fila
The treadmill with the margarita
Fans complain they hardly see us
We switch lives
Nah, he spit like six miles, right
And sources tell us, your Porsche is yellow
Going corporate, it's the fellas
Yeah, it got them looking sour though
They looking like, flat screen, black and white
How I had them
Crack fiend, acting hype
You jealous
You be catching fillers, I be catching lift
You be your chick good, chilling over Netflix
You want to get in some shit with me, you ain't fly enough
You just high as, tryna try it
Like, why isn't that stupid