Championships (Explicit)

Yeah uh
All the young'uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high to get by it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns and them percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down uh
And I ain't come here to preach
I just had to say somethin' 'cause I'm the one with the reach
Youngin' gotta quarter ounce he tryna turn into Meech
Ain't had no daddy he's had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student d**n
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a n***a get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin' that did somethin' to me oh Lord
The s**t I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an award
I used to sell Reggie d**n how I get to the Forbes
I take a shot if I miss I'm gettin' them boards
Ain't quittin' no more like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul was we really that poor
Was we really that dumb 'Cause we carry a gun
And every n***a in my neighborhood carryin' one
'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas gotta bury her son
I'm speakin' to you as a prophet as rare as they come uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a prison
Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I'm on a visit posin' for the picture
Like I'm going for my prom or somethin'
Like I ain't facing time or somethin'
Ridin' for these n***as like that s**t ain't hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me commissary or even buy me somethin'
When it all fall down
I can't call y'all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won't get me home
Seen so many different times these n***as did me wrong
S**t that's the reason that I did this song
S**t we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin' with the angel of death
I was eleven years old I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that s**t gave me a rush
My homie's dying I'm like Maybe we next
That just made me a threat
Knowin' the n***as smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man s**t I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won't say he objects
Now it's you against the state and you ain't got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space
I know a young'un that got murked ain't get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church
I know his mom gon' faint
When she smell like embalment fluid cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home she goin' crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground who gon' save me
How could you blame me
When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds
When n***as die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin' for my life
When I decide to change my mind
And stop totin'
Tryna smoke the pain away they lock us up for smoking
Put 'em on probation lock 'em up if you ain't perfect
Victim to the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin' all the schools and all the prisons gettin' open
Yeah
See comin' from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system beat racism beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship