Championships

[00:00.36]Meek Mill - Championships
[00:10.82]Yeah uh
[00:12.33]All the young'uns in my hood popping percs now
[00:15.13]Getting' high to get by
[00:16.35]It's getting' worse now
[00:17.95]You gotta tell 'em put them guns and them percs down
[00:20.23]Them new jails got ten yards in 'em
[00:22.35]And that's your first down uh
[00:24.16]And I ain't come here to preach
[00:26.04]I just had to say something'
[00:27.35]Cause I'm the one with the reach
[00:28.72]Youngin' gotta quarter ounce
[00:29.88]He tryna turn into meech
[00:31.39]Ain't had no daddy
[00:32.25]He's had to learn from the streets
[00:33.67]I used to be a honor roll student damn
[00:36.00]Then I turned to a beast
[00:37.16]The first time
[00:37.87]I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
[00:40.04]He had on air max 93s
[00:41.50]But was slumped in the street
[00:42.98]His mama cryin'
[00:43.74]That did something' to me oh lord
[00:45.76]The shit I'm doing' for my hood
[00:47.28]I won't get an award
[00:48.84]I used to sell reggie
[00:49.75]Damn how' I get to the forbes
[00:51.46]I take a shot if I miss
[00:52.98]I'm getting' them boards
[00:54.24]Ain't quittin' no more
[00:55.69]Like give me some more
[00:57.20]We wearing old navy
[00:58.57]It felt like christian dior
[01:00.03]Was dead broke but rich in soul
[01:01.70]Was we really that poor
[01:02.91]Was we really that dumb '
[01:04.37]Cause we carry a gun
[01:05.69]And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin' one
[01:08.51]'Cause we had nightmares of
[01:09.87]Our mamas gotta bury her son
[01:11.39]I'm speakin' to you as a prophet
[01:13.16]As rare as they come uh
[01:15.81]Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the buick
[01:17.78]Why you wanna be a shooter
[01:19.20]Mama told me not to do it but I did it
[01:21.57]Now I'm locked up in a prison
[01:23.03]Calling' mama like I shouldn't have did it
[01:24.75]Watch my dream shatter in an instant
[01:26.67]I'm on a visit posin' for the picture
[01:29.02]Like I'm going for my prom or something'
[01:31.19]Like I ain't facing time or something'
[01:32.56]Ridin' for these niggas
[01:33.36]Like that shit ain't hurt my mom or something'
[01:35.19]Only one gon' get me commissary
[01:36.51]Or even buy me something'
[01:37.99]When it all fall down
[01:39.11]I can't call y'all now
[01:40.42]Even if I hit your phone
[01:41.83]That won't get me home
[01:43.30]Seen so many different times
[01:44.71]These niggas did me wrong
[01:46.17]Shit that's the reason that I did this song
[01:49.91]Shit we was kids used to play on the step
[01:51.88]A couple years later
[01:52.90]We flirtin' with the angel of death
[01:54.72]I was eleven years old
[01:56.19]I got my hands on the tec
[01:57.66]When I first touched
[01:58.37]It that shit gave me a rush
[01:59.83]My homie's dying
[02:00.69]I'm like maybe we next
[02:02.06]That just made me a threat
[02:03.37]Knowin' the niggas smoke
[02:04.38]My daddy it just made me upset
[02:06.10]Made me a man shit I was five
[02:07.72]When god gave me my test
[02:09.03]Go to court with a court appointed
[02:10.69]And he won't say he objects
[02:12.29]Now it's you against the state
[02:13.55]And you ain't got no cake
[02:15.13]Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space
[02:17.65]I know a young'un
[02:18.61]That got murked ain't get to drive no wraith
[02:20.58]But he in the hearse on the way to church
[02:22.35]I know his mom gon' faint
[02:23.51]When she smell like embalment fluid
[02:25.14]Cologne all on her baby
[02:26.98]Pastor said he sendin' you home
[02:28.30]She goin' crazy
[02:29.66]When they drop that casket all in the ground
[02:31.43]Who gon' save me
[02:32.85]How could you blame me
[02:33.71]When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive
[02:36.02]And beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
[02:37.89]When I stop fearin' for my life
[02:39.51]When I decide to change my mind and stop totin'
[02:42.14]Tryna smoke the pain away they lock us up for smoking
[02:44.78]Put 'em on probation lock 'em up if you ain't perfect
[02:47.60]Victim to the system like a rain drop in the ocean
[02:50.43]They closin' all the schools
[02:51.54]And all the prisons getting' open
[02:53.87]Yeah
[02:54.98]See coming' from where I come from
[02:56.60]We had to beat the streets
[02:58.51]Beat the system beat racism beat poverty
[03:02.07]And now we made it through all
[03:03.18]That we at the championship
Meek Mill - Championships
Yeah uh
All the young'uns in my hood popping percs now
Getting' high to get by
It's getting' 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 something'
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 damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time
I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on air max 93s
But was slumped in the street
His mama cryin'
That did something' to me oh lord
The shit I'm doing' for my hood
I won't get an award
I used to sell reggie
Damn how' I get to the forbes
I take a shot if I miss
I'm getting' 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 nigga 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
Calling' 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 something'
Like I ain't facing time or something'
Ridin' for these niggas
Like that shit ain't hurt my mom or something'
Only one gon' get me commissary
Or even buy me something'
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 niggas did me wrong
Shit that's the reason that I did this song
Shit 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 shit gave me a rush
My homie's dying
I'm like maybe we next
That just made me a threat
Knowin' the niggas smoke
My daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit 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 niggas 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 getting' open
Yeah
See coming' 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