CHAMPIONSHIP RING

Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball DJ Paul, Catfish bitch Mafia, Kordhell Slumafia

Yeah Box chevy 82 Window crack me muggin' like I hated you Shawty Fatt cooking crack like you made a stew Permanent gold teeth bitch Sabertooth Raindrops on that window Paid it that's my kill for Michael Wayne at the window It's way world like a pinto Hair curly like a crinkle Friy sippin' that Singo Yo Maya tequila in the cup And I'm on my squeal like dingo Bitches killers like a Ceno They don't get my lingo I'm over the head like a shingle Stacking up chips Pringles In the slums why mingle Bump out Paul's last single That 3'6s like a 9 bitch You through the man like a pupil

Don't flex pussy you keagle I'm too fly, I'm an eagle Don't cross me like a steeple I'm a boss see I got people Killin' beats like I'm MMA It's been that way since the regale Keep it dusty slab rusty Kordhell with the sequel

I've been through everything How I'm feeling all the pain But I still maintain to the champion ring Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Yeah I run the game, I run my own lane I'm running out of bounds, I'm running everything Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball

Yeah, DJ Paul I see how grammys can hurt And plus the Oscar to match And all these plaques on my walls I done ran out of tracks We got these rolls and royces And all these bentleys to match Everything is black on black With AM 18 in the stash You-you can never name a nigga that killed the game like me Been counting Mills for years ever since I was 17 I'm cookin' up with the Drake's I'm cookin' up with the Ye's And If is the that you need Then I'm the one the Ye's I got a little bit of gold But got a whole lot of homes And all them bitches is paid for Ain't took out no laons You niggas wifing the hoes And trying to hide these freaks I had the bitches on knees When I was signin' my deeds

I've been through everything How I'm feeling all the pain But I still maintain to the champion ring Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Yeah I run the game, I run my own lane I'm running out of bounds, I'm running everything Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball

I'm still reaching for the sky Yeah, yeah, yeah With my arms open wide If I fall down, I get back up I'm a soldier, I don't give a fuck I don't make bets, I don't play luck I'm a champion, I'm a champion, yeah

I've been through everything How I'm feeling all the pain But I still maintain to the champion ring, (Oh) Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball I'm a champion, yeah Yeah I run the game, I run my own lane I'm running out of bounds, I'm running everything Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball Box chevy with the bowling ball, with the bowling ball I'm a champion, yeah