Nate Champion

I'm coming in on you buzzards with guns a blazing like wildfire

Reppin my city Little Rock, Arkansas

I write my rhymes and syllables like an outlaw

My music are weapons and my words are ammo

Its time to mount up as we leave the saddle

Coming to the hood making the men baffled

Forget that man I not here for trouble

Coming on you suckas ain't here for a battle

I stand for the little man and for the weak

And against the cockiness that compete to cheat

Back off man you don't need to see

I put your ass down for the count while you're going to sleep

You cant oppose to me I'm not here to play

I'm like Project Pat she don't wanna be saved

I'm not Brian McKnight tryin to go back at one

Cuz I'm flexin my guns like Nate Champion

 

Now don't get me started yall drunken fools

Tryin to say that you're the best but yall are tools

I'm not tryin to be wrong and I'm not stupid

I just heard one song that made me puke

A singer mixed with K Michelle and Nicki Minaj

Someone could have kidnap her ass in a garage

I might be so fuckin standoffish

Her name is Candiss

Her song is a mixture of 6 animals

That leaves a really bad taste in my mouth

I can't stand it she sound like a motherfuckin sheepsquatch

She could have been on Mountain Monsters thats all I know

I rap like an old six shooter

But the way she sounds she nothing but a pea shooter

I got a new whip she got a fuckin donkey

And its eating grass like Les Miles

She can go around like Frank Wolcott like she running thangs

But she's not she one in the same

Oh Wait! She's not the same

She might be new but old to the game

Coming out the house with both of my guns

Setting up my pace for my last run

Let's bring it back my final run

Closer to the finish line beating those bums

They say I am the last man standing

Thats why I'm Nate Champion