Messiahga The Pharaoh - Champagne lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Guns pop, bullets drop Quick wit the feet, Once we hear the cops (we gone) This ain't a school play, but give me my props I started from the bottom, just starin' at the top. (I see it) The top is where I'm needed The top is where I see it The top is never mistreated Don't you ever misread it I may seem conceited. (I might be) But the game is food, and I'm bound to eat it I'm ready to take it, and just face stuff it I could do it like it's nothin'. But it is somethin'. (It really is) I got the party jumpin' I got your heart thumpin' And your veins stay pulsin' I'm so fly, while you in a tailspin I see you scramblin' How you handlin'? Oh you managin'? Then why you stiff, standin' still like a manikin. (Scary a**) My flow got you panickin' You scared, so sad, too bad I'm rad, I'm radical Rap game n***a, let me show you what I do This is not the prime. I'm far from the pinnacle I'm lookin' straight into you Blowin' off steam like I was Majin Buu Yes I do I could paint a picture, but i'm far from a Basquait Just watch, Switch spots, I'll murder your spot. (we k**in' 'em) The whole team got more cars than a parking lot I say a lot But I mean a lot You get murked, or you get got Or flip-flopped. What that mean? You have no choice but to lose. (loser) I may be single. But bad b**hes come in two's And i'll take ‘em both. I'll never pick and choose She sippin' on that brooze But I follow all the clues I seen her in the city What a shame, what a pitty She was so pretty. She could've came wit me But money got us empty... filthy, (dirty money) She's just a dime wit a penny But i'm second to none, Couped up in a Bently Wit Tims on my feet. Rims that can't be beat.(fo'real?) I'm k**in' all these beats.(really?) I'm never packin' heat. (Oh really?) And I got family inthe streets. And they ready to eat. (Straight up?) And i'll pay homage. But won't forget the receipt Creep….(I'm creepin') straight on a come up Trynna get my sum. Right when the sun up Champagne at my table 17 wit no label You n***as ain't on my level I'm ready to stack several While you dancin' wit the devil My bars come in the dozens I do it all for my cousin Free my n***a from the pin. (free 'em) I do it all wit the pen So lord forgive us for our sins, and we gone. (Bye-bye)