Championships (Explicit)

Championships (Explicit) - Meek Mill

Yeah uh

All the young'uns in my hood popping percs now

Gettin' high to get by it's gettin' worse now

You gotta tell 'em put them guns and them percs down

Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down uh

And I ain't come here to preach

I just had to say somethin' 'cause I'm the one with the reach

Youngin' gotta quarter ounce he tryna turn into Meech

Ain't had no daddy he's had to learn from the streets

I used to be a honor roll student d**n

Then I turned to a beast

The first time I seen a n***a get some blood on his sneaks

He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street

His mama cryin' that did somethin' to me oh Lord

The s**t I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an award

I used to sell Reggie d**n how I get to the Forbes

I take a shot if I miss I'm gettin' them boards

Ain't quittin' no more like give me some more

We wearing Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior

Was dead broke but rich in soul was we really that poor

Was we really that dumb 'Cause we carry a gun

And every n***a in my neighborhood carryin' one

'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas gotta bury her son

I'm speakin' to you as a prophet as rare as they come uh

Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick

Why you wanna be a shooter

Mama told me not to do it but I did it

Now I'm locked up in a prison

Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it

Watch my dream shatter in an instant

I'm on a visit posin' for the picture

Like I'm going for my prom or somethin'

Like I ain't facing time or somethin'

Ridin' for these n***as like that s**t ain't hurt my mom or somethin'

Only one gon' get me commissary or even buy me somethin'

When it all fall down

I can't call y'all now

Even if I hit your phone

That won't get me home

Seen so many different times these n***as did me wrong

S**t that's the reason that I did this song

S**t we was kids used to play on the step

A couple years later we flirtin' with the angel of death

I was eleven years old I got my hands on the TEC

When I first touched it that s**t gave me a rush

My homie's dying I'm like Maybe we next

That just made me a threat

Knowin' the n***as smoke my daddy it just made me upset

Made me a man s**t I was five when God gave me my test

Go to court with a court appointed and he won't say he objects

Now it's you against the state and you ain't got no cake

Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space

I know a young'un that got murked ain't get to drive no Wraith

But he in the hearse on the way to church

I know his mom gon' faint

When she smell like embalment fluid cologne all on her baby

Pastor said he sendin' you home she goin' crazy

When they drop that casket all in the ground who gon' save me

How could you blame me

When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds

When n***as die by twenty-five

When I stop fearin' for my life

When I decide to change my mind

And stop totin'

Tryna smoke the pain away they lock us up for smoking

Put 'em on probation lock 'em up if you ain't perfect

Victim to the system like a rain drop in the ocean

They closin' all the schools and all the prisons gettin' open

Yeah

See comin' from where I come from

We had to beat the streets

Beat the system beat racism beat poverty

And now we made it through all that we at the championship