Championships Lyrics - Meek Mill

Yeah, uh 

All the youngins in my hood 

Popping percs now 

Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now 

You gotta tell 'em put them 

Guns and the 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, 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 there's a sign to me, oh Lord 

The shit I'm doin' 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 gettin' on boards 

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

We went 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 got to 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' 

Ride for these niggas like that shit 

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 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 

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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 object 

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 youngin' that got murked 

Ain't get to drive no Wraith 

But he in hearse on the way to church 

I know his mom gon' faint 

When she smell like embalmment 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 tokin' 

Tryna smoke the pain away 

They lock us up for smoking 

Put 'em on probation 

Lock you up if you ain't perfect 

Victims of the system 

Like a rain drop in the ocean 

They closin' all the schools and 

All the prisons gettin' open 

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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