Emilio Rojas - Champion Remix lyrics

[Hook] Be a champion, be a champion Be on the winning team even when they say it can't be done You gave me something to believe in You gave me something to believe in [Verse One: Rittz] sh** I'm late for work again but like an hour sleep I had a show last night, I rocked it but the crowd was weak They ain't pay me sh**, at least the alcohol was free So now I'm drinking, thinking about my girl, I'm about to call And leave a message, saying I miss her and I was wishing that I was at home She let it be known if there was a guy she'd a be kissing him when I was gone And I was oblivious when it went on, I was so busy at work and writing raps It's like the last four and a half years of my life was snatched in front of me Suddenly, life's a mess, the love of my life just left, the sh** almost stiffened Affected my heart, I'm afraid it might collapse, I'm crying for help I guess While making these suicidal threats and feeling if I don't catch a break And make it big, it might regress, I can't afford to be fresh, what's less, the price of Guess? Why the sh** you write online affects me, writing like it's life or d**h ‘Cause I ain't ever made it to 11th grade but I prayed And the trials and tribulations made me a… [Hook 2X] [Verse Two: Laws] Well I'm the champ, all my challengers are chopped up I'm giving flesh box cuts, I'm dying my hair in case the bodies pop up Black and yellow, black and yellow but I ain't Wiz Khalifa I raped Amber Rose then I went and hit the reefer I'm kicking ether, I'm the Punisher with different features These foreign Twitter b**hes struggle to get their visa Just to put some spit on this American dick I only like ‘em in pairs, I like comparing they tits To give ‘em four thumbs down, tell ‘em the milk's gone bad Kinda miss your wife, tell her bring it on back I'm feeling like I'm trapped inside a k**er's dreams I'm feeling like a young Pacquiao in the Philippines I'm just a broke boy with a vision, I'm Humpty Dumpty Penthouse with your girl, she is very comfy You made it on that freshman cover, you are very lucky Record labels don't know how to spend they money [Hook 2X] [Verse Three: Emilio Rojas] I be going fat but I be getting a small check And I wondering if I still be getting unemployment after my boss dead I'm having a vision of getting revenge and I'm thinking I lost it ‘Cause every time I'm looking him into his eyes, I'm seeing corpses And they scorching ‘cause I torched him, tied him up and I force fed A couple of gallons of gas, I took a match, lit it and tossed it I ain't gonna be letting him walk on me like I'm a doorstep So the next time his family gonna identify him with forceps I lost it all, it's only right I take his life away, that's the cost of living Now his children and his wife will pay and I would like his place I think I'll take it, does that make me a psycho? Maybe, I think I'm breaking I'm taking his family pics and I'm photo shopping my face in and telling them He's on vacation while slipping in his replacement, I never raised kids But I think I can do that, hi, I'm Emilio and I'm your new dad, too bad that a curb Put a little in before you get hurt, I'm sicker than playing the victim I bet if I hit him, it'll get worse, perched in the middle, they said it will be getting berserk The minute they got her, I'm sending him into the dirt, jerk I'm ending it and giving in, I'mma finish it, I've stolen his soul and identity When I be walking around in your skin in it, thinking of getting the best of me Well it be better you reconsider it, my rhyming be getting belligerent I'm winning it ‘cause baby, I'm… [Hook 2X]