Upchurch - People's Champ Lyrics

I'mma different breed, I am what you need
I just plant the seed and create MCs
That grow up like me, NASCAR on TV
Root for number three, here's the checkered flag
Let me grab a Coors and take a picture with this Kodak
Sterling Marlin sponsors, only rednecks gon' know that
Whitey stompin' rappers like a West Virginia toe tap
Sick as fuckin' not rockin' the hazmat, or dumb mask
Only rockin' this Caucasian baddie with a fat ass
Yeah, whip that thing like a brand new Hellcat
Drillin' holes in the game like a stuck thermostat
Don't act like you won't come back if you reachin' from the doormat
You say you want a feat'? Here's two, where the door at?
These rappers fake work and they ain't never had a sore back
Lookin' at a hammer and nails like it's an ancient artifact
Rap's an art in fact, if the goals are bags, prepare to get slashed
Hope the doctor used a hemostat in med class

Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player

Give my pen a IV of blood comin' out of me
So I can live through my lyrics, and write to my heartbeat
I wasn't invited here, I showed up without askin'
Anybody who says something gettin' dropped like Ben Askren
Waking up the next morning, eat a bowl of milk and Aspirin
Reading tweets about yourself until your eyeballs feel like plastic
Eyes lookin' pink, my shit about you becomes classic, huh
Me callin' you a pussy is your career's biggest asset
All I hear is I'm the goat, well I'm a grizzly bear, you faggot
My enemy's the Taliban, I'm Full Metal Jacket
And this mass murder mind on the mic is now a habit
Every time I drop an album, I caught me a couple caskets

Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player

Overall, everyone can suck my balls
Imagine if I didn't like you and I popped me a couple of Adderalls
Behind me, no lateral, hail Mary fo' sho
No ending, so I'm goin' down white, Tupac Shakur
And you won't have to miss me 'cause the bullets always miss me
My diss ain't a freebie, cost a hundred racks for you to eat my debris
And good luck to the mainstream, I seen that you tried to dub me
But there's only one Tennessee nominee and I'm that honky
And for the record, if I was Morgan Wallen
I'd tell the label check their wallet
Remind them who makes the dollars for 'em
No, I don't dislike him, if anything I got his back
Even if he said cracker and his skin was pitch black

Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin' but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'mma first string player