Everything of late has a touch of ceremonious
'Cause what we built ain't picture perfect, but shit, it's close enough
Remember pushin' that even back then, when our shit start knocking wind
I swear to Bob, it wouldn't be blowin' us
Two steps ahead of me, getting too ahead of myself
So much to the point that I mighta started slowing up
Nigga still losin' jobs
4x'd the tenure and still figuring out how to survive
I fucked the money up, lacked self-control so many times
We coulda been financially free when I was twenty-five
Damn, look how the time go
Still on survival
What can ya bring home to Mom?
Does it come to your door?
He could play, he could ball
But what did he hang on the wall?
What can ya hang on the wall?
What can ya hang in the wall?
Yeah, when it's all said
You're a champion
A champion
Momma, you're a champion
A warrior
Momma, you're a champion
Momma, you're a warrior
Told her she's a champion already
While I was all out on them stages, my name ringing bells
She was goin' through them stages, I'm just glad you rang the bell
Though I couldn't blame her, I was sad she kept it to herself
All that time I coulda helped
She could say same though, never told her I was in that cell
Banned outta Europe for a zip on the plane going to Norway
She had pennies for my thoughts, but I'd rather learn the hard way
My first year makin' money, now I gotta pay them lawyers
Three nights thinking how the fuck I play with this thing if ours?
Lido said they won't give a fuck if I'm a singing star
'Cause this some immigration shit, police didn't even bring the charges
Thinking it's time to make shit shake whenever I reach the states
Building our future if I ever feel I need escape
Locked in the stu' making sure I don't throw these keys away
Grateful I could see the day
And time is of the essence, so fuck it, gotta just do it fearful
Used to bring the pocket knife to walk to Quiktrip through the school year
Reminisce with— 'bout the dumb shit we'd be doing years for
But still we not in the clear, boy
Lil' cousin pickin' up bad habits, shit me bring me to tears, boy
Thinking how far should a champion go
Before I bring home the troph?
Reflect the light and decompress in the glow
With all the rest of my folk
I'm two weeks sober just to test it, I'ma a vessel at most
Gettin' shit off my chest, but please don't put a S on that ho
What can ya bring home to Mom?
Does it come to your door?
He could play, he could ball
But what did he hang on the wall?
What can ya hang on the wall?
What can ya hang in the wall?
Yeah, when it's all said
You're a champion
Momma, you're a champion
A champion
Momma, you're a champion
A warrior
Momma, you're a champion
Momma, you're a warrior
Told her she's a champion already