World Champ

Yeah
Put the cucumber in the vodka
It's a cruel summer, it been hot bruh
Mom claim italian, pops a city jew
They was both more pasta than latkes

Pops always said: Watch your posture
He ain't know my shoulders held lots up
Used to hold me in the mirror
Say I was champ of the world, shit wasn't gossip, no

Accurate forecast
Lookin for it, don't need more passion
Puttin' rappers in the compost 'cause can't afford any more trash
I don't got anymore passes, feel compassion slippin' away

All this savageness in a cage
Whole culture is mma
Watch the lightning in the clouds, everything pretty till it hits earth
Our construction is destruction, tell me really what's the shit worth?

What's the purpose for a wordsmith if the doors
They supposed to open 'bout to be permanently closed in?
Is it really all just for coping?

Put the cucumber in the vodka
It's a cruel summer, it been hot bruh
Mom claim italian, pops a city jew
They was both more pasta than latkes

Pops always said: Watch your posture
He ain't know my shoulders held lots up
Used to hold me in the mirror
Say I was champ of the world, shit wasn't gossip

On my own, I don't got a roster
Dread on my mind like a rasta
Stressed all the time, pull the sauce up
Young redundant, never puntin'

4th and long, always find a way
I'll be strong my own kinda way
I be strong my own kinda way
Shit, that's all I been tryna say

If you got a problem wit' me
I don't really gotta care no more
Ooh
I'm gon' walk in my peace
I don't gotta interfere no more
Who want it?

Bitch, I ain't no newcomer
Cool as the cucumber in the vodka, baby
It's a new summer
I don't got a new number

Bitch, I got the same doggone line
Might be hard to find though
Somewhere lost in my mind
Still gon' be the champ though
Still gon' be the champ
Still gon' be the champ though
Still gon' be the champ
Still gon' be the champ though
Still gon' be the champ
Even if it ain't a world left, baby I'll be damned, uh