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letra de champion status - detroit l-o

[verse]

olympic medal chasing at my pace, no racing
ahead of the game, and you are not adjacent
bronze, silver or the gold, keep chasing
aim for the top, if not, you still placing
stay hungry, with a lot, l-o still want more
winning is precious, and that’s why they keep score
i don’t listen to these rappers, they don’t last long enough
they just gimmicks with a gun, man these n-ggas rubber ducks
bro i’m not convinced at all, n-ggas soft serve
these n-ggas legs turn to noodles when they step up off the curb
that money got you with a b-tch who got some nice curves
it was not because you real, n-gga you a nerd
i don’t get writers block, this is non stop
quick to make a grip and never trip about what i got
popping like a frying pot…… not here to cause static
i keep my eyes on the prize, champion status
laid off the punchlines, not to brag
greenfield plaza, i’ll jump back in that 2012 bag
back when l-o sport the nike shirts and the taper
arizona and some ruffles, writing rhymes on the paper
doing showcases, n-ggas finding folks to beef with
sliding up fenkell ave in jenny the g6
just young kids tryna make a way
still on the same mission, we ain’t got no time to play
how you gone win, you keep switching up the objective
focus on the main thang, that’s from my perspective
i ain’t bout to tell the same story, like your boyfriend
i’m focused on the next task at hand
call up a friend, we at it again, now shall we begin
she ain’t in my schedule, and no i cannot fit her in
these real raps turn boys to some grown men
i’m on a quest, i give my theory on the low end
i can have a hunnit milly, and i still won’t show ten
my assets will let you know i put the work in
put some cheese there, now i have a storefront
the more paper, the older i get, i become more blunt
i’m getting old, because i really do not care to stunt
unless i’m pulling out my cadillac collection, punk
i can tell you flunked
if i don’t know more 70% of the room, then i ain’t getting drunk
grab some loaded brisket fries when it’s time for lunch
jab hook on my goals, get straight to the punch
scream out liveraw when you see me
had to prove em wrong, cuz them n-ggas ain’t believe me
b-tch

- detroit l o

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