The Champ

Engine, engine number nine, on the New York Transit line
If my train goes off the track, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Let’s take it to the park, South side Bronx
One-Six-Fourth and the Grand Concourse
Try to play D with their guys on my balls
when I crossed over
On a backpack nigga global
Hybrid like I had that Toyota
See me in person, more like a
Toast up to the good life on the sofa
Get a closeup how I’m living
Coast up when I’m spit it
Get the feeling, try to mirror his image
When I show up, shows done
And the ho and it’s the wireless
She enjoy stick, we control her
But it’s no game, that’s just the minimal
Me and Ted Smooth takes it back for The Interlude
Word
never they equal, negative
Ever since people was hesitant to grant me the crown
Had to get evil handle shit rest in peace
And I’m just laughing out loud L-O-L
With my pants on the ground
Yeah oh well I’m black and I’m proud
Packing in
She was like «wait wait» then worked it out, shake weight
As she slobbing my knob that bang silly
ain’t a name really
Got to ask
Daytona like the beach bitch
My life’s a why should I bring sand
I don’t need it cause I ball
And hit me with the band
But we still balling
Ted Smooth bring it back for the
Champ
What the word is
These niggas ain’t nice, they really ain’t hard
I make them reminisce over you my god
I make them reminisce over you
I make them reminisce over you
I make them reminisce over you
I make them reminisce over you, you, you