A-Reece – CHAMPION Lyrics

A-Reece CHAMPION Lyrics (feat. M.anifest)

(Yeah)
Never run
We the ones, never run, we the ones (Yeah)
Never run, never run (We the ones, yeah-yeah)
Yeah

Not afraid of the man behind the gun
When I see the man in the mirror, me no run
I know I’m the one
They wonder where I get that from (We the ones, yeah-yeah)
Doin’ shit that can’t be done (Yeah)
Not afraid of the man behind the gun
When I see the man in the mirror, me no run
‘Cause I know I’m the one
They don’t know where I get that from (We the ones, yeah-yeah)
Doin’ shit that can’t be done, I’m champion (Champion, yeah)
My mama said I’m a champion, so I’m a champion (Champion)
I’m a champion
They know I’m a champion, I’m a champion (Champion)

What do I look like, runnin’ from my destiny?
In pursuit of good life, give the world the best of me
Certainly my certainty a nuisance for those that don’t get nuance
ACF shoes, I got the new ones
Well connected, the world respected, it’s not subjective
High speed on the freeway, ignorin’ exits
I’m a scorpio, I know I’m prone to
The meal, eatin’ my breakfast (Yeah)
Trigger warnin’, been takin’ shot this mornin’
Intoxicated, I’m fallin’
Ring-ring, I heed my callin’ (Yeah, yeah)
But every mornin’, these niggas are so appallin’
Yet dark twisted fantasy is so obsessed in talkin’
Don’t have energy for ’em
Charlie, this no be forum
Thousands times in a row, I excel in every column
Locked and loaded, yeah, that boy is goated
No heroes and villains up in this Gotham (Nah)
Not a word uttered, yeah, my passion patient (Yeah)
I don’t need to talk, the way I walk a fashion statement (Haha)
Ha, you get?
Real G’s don’t talk, they make fashion statements

(Yeah)
Not afraid of the man behind the gun
When I see the man in the mirror, me no run
I know I’m the one
They wonder where I get that from (We the ones, yeah-yeah)
Doin’ shit that can’t be done (Yeah)
Not afraid of the man behind the gun
When I see the man in the mirror, me no run
‘Cause I know I’m the one
They don’t know where I get that from (We the ones, yeah-yeah)
Doin’ shit that can’t be done, I’m champion (Yeah)
My mama said I’m a champion, so I’m a champion (Uh huh)
I’m a champion (Yeah)
They know I’m a champion, I’m a champion

Before I end up fallin’ into this rip here between the stoned walls under the chandelier
I send a prayer, the Lord is my consiliary
He ain’t talkin’ back but I know He can hear me, such is life
I’m aware they thinkin’ they can fool me twice, I double dare
They often say “In love and war, all is fair”
I’m a boss, reinforcin’ order here
Callin’ shots and all of ’em are clutch like I was switchin’ gears
You ain’t makin’ moves as if you ran into a Polar Bear
We not the same, do not compare (For real)
Motivation for my successors (Yeah)
Checkin’ off the checklist (Yeah)
Business class boys, that means champagne for breakfast (Right)
The fans are the investors (Right)
Revenge Club Records, don’t test us like skippin’ a semester, uh (Keep goin’, yeah)
So fuck a nigga top 5
Been at it more than half a decade and I’m still in my prime my nigga
My mama callin’, remind me to pray
You know the devil right behind you on your way to be great
And I’m still, runnin’ my race, ain’t no hittin’ the wall (Nah)
You know the sayin’ “In the game you either rise or you fall” (Yah, yeah)
Who thought we’d make it this far?
Think we ain’t shinin’, you just left in the dark (Yes, left in the dark)

(Yeah)
Not afraid of the man behind the gun (I’m a champion)
When I see the man in the mirror, me no run
I know I’m the one
They wonder where I get that from (We the ones, yeah-yeah)
Doin’ shit that can’t be done (Yeah)
Not afraid of the man behind the gun
When I see the man in the mirror, me no run
‘Cause I know I’m the one
They don’t know where I get that from (We the ones, yeah-yeah)
Doin’ shit that can’t be done, I’m champion (Yeah)
My mama said I’m a champion, so I’m a champion
I’m a champion
They know I’m a champion, I’m a champion (Yeah)

(We the ones, we the ones, yeah-yeah)
I told y’all, I’m the real champion
I told y’all, I’m the champion of the world
All of you bow
All of my critics crawl
All you suckers who write the
(We the ones, we the ones, yeah-yeah)