[Lyric] Championship Rounds (Demrick & Mike & Keys)

[Intro] Mike Tyson
(Everyone says "I wish I was in your shoes, I wish I was in your shoes...", the hundreds of people that wish they were in my shoes don't know the tenth of it. If they were in my shoes they would cry like a baby)

[Demrick]
Yeah yeah, uh
Yup

[Verse]
Right before the sun rise, you know how cold it get
This road to rich, I seen so many switch I could’ve wrote a list
Oh he a bitch, know the risk, they don’t throw a fist
Rather squeeze a trigger or just snitch, shit don’t make no sense
And I ain’t one the fence, I’m on de-fense
My circle’s small, I can’t pretend
Niggas say they rap, I hear they tracks out here singing like The Weeknd
Don’t get your jaw tapped with all that reach-in
Got it on my own, see I ain’t with the leeching
Sitting on the throne, keep them hoes, send the queens in
I’m talking generational wealth, she talking ‘bout herself
She ain’t looking for a King, she want some help
I’m here for the titles, for the rings, I want the belt
Ain’t talking ‘bout them cars, jewelry, Double G’s or that Louis V
I’m talking Hip-Hop history, they like “who is he? Dude a beast and represent it to a T”
Just check my Spotify under “New Release”, all I do is eat
The way I feast on these beats I should be obese
I blame it on these good genetics
All I know is if I want it, I’ma get it
These are Championship Rounds
Don’t let ‘em count you out when you down

These the Championship Rounds
This where legends get made

These the Championship Rounds
I’m blocking out the crowd

These the Championship Rounds

Yeah yeah!
This what it’s ‘bout