Platinum PAT - Champion lyrics

[Verse 1: Astro] I got a story to tell, some real sh** This ain't about tie-dyed shirts and heelflips The hood's gotta feel, I'm from where they fill clips Then aim it at any cat that reveal chips I'm in a safe zone cause I'm going with the flow though Started when we was rocking Asolo's with Polo's Now 'Stro so known I can't walk dolo Middle schools foes is fiending to take photos They see the T's always got the fresh logo Grade A-psyology, stop we? Oh no Yo we really finna make a milly in the next year Champ young, just trying to bang yams in they hamptons Get the fame stable, no major label If y'all don't break bread then eff it, we finagle Grind by any means, momma made a soldier A mic and a beat, we make heat in the polar We champions… [Hook: Spade] I gotta win I don't wanna lose, I'm just trying to get it in And do what I gotta do Move how I gotta move Cause I gotta prove that I'm a champion That I'm a champion… [Verse 2: Astro] I'm fully validated so the hating don't affect me Do this sh** freshly, moves you couldn't espy Got a little name so the dames say I'm s**y And best detest me, say she wanna get messy I'm blessed G, I was just a youngin in the streets Flow so sharp I couldn't be touched by a priest And now I'm the young G.O.D Ain't a n***a in my POV, till we see Gs, we OD It's all about paper routes, spot the clowns, take 'em out […], Timberlands, show 'em what the state about Give 'em sh** to hate about, daddy look I made it out Made it out, put it in effect, now I got rep Guess we be stylin', 24 wilin' n***a we from the state of five boroughs, fifty islands Before I could walk I was grinding, G-sh** Spitting this light work, yeah 'Stro keep the heats lit [Hook] [Bridge] It's that NY champ, BK Chapo East Coast the motto like El Dorado Keep golden hollow-tips, tend to follow Those who do not know how the block roll X2