medium (u.s.) – win – remix lyrics
[hook]
you see the champ
i see the asteroid tattoo
the crater left, sign of impact
i sn-tched the belt with no hands
you see the champ
i see the asteroid tattoo
the crater left, sign of impact
my trophy case is too jacked
win
win win win… l
took the side street
and paused the win streak
to test if i’m weak… willed
my redemption arc unconventional
humbleness it… sells
took a second l
that’s back to back
i’m bouncing back
like sean or meek… mill
[verse 1]
swole ‘n golden, y’all! (swole ‘n golden, y’all!)
swole ‘n golden, flexing, boasting (ugh)
blessing folks in papal clothing (ugh)
chimney smoking, pope is chosen (ugh)
hey, are you on 12 yet?
got a dozen brothers to keep ya soul in check?
f-ck it, i need my checks in check
f-ck it, i need a new contract
f-ck it, i need to boost my cred
crush the game the james way
until the king’s dead
the throne he vacate
i’m taking his place
(h-ll naw)
oh yes, i’m cavalier, savage tier
21 when i started, 23 this year
i might catch some heat for this, yeah
they might burn my jersey on cam
[hook]
you see the champ
i see the asteroid tattoo
the crater left, sign of impact
i sn-tched the belt with no hands
you see the champ
i see the asteroid tattoo
the crater left, sign of impact
my trophy case is too jacked
[verse 2]
i’ll tear your small beat a new -n-s
ain’t sh-t till medium claim it
face it — -ssh0l- status needed
if you gon’ be famous
look at ye and taylor
so
level me up like good luck pendant
level me up like fornite ninja
level me up like k-dot feature
level me up like crucifixion
jesus christ, my knee jerk vice too violent
judging, taking shots without a license
making peace thru bl–dy intervention
i ain’t got a gun, my tongue’s a weapon
shouts to q-tip
the oowop talk
the sucka n-gga
is out my system
i broke the brakes off and pumped the pistons
if lara been croft then i ben wallace
keep believing the #3 won’t make the podium
like r-i-p
like hamilton
or lin manuel miranda holding grammys next to chance the rapper
you an underdog on a weekday
pedigree stay on top like a purebred
on the weekend, cut locks like a starboy
let cha hair down, treat the mic like a new toy
[outro]
you playing games like 8-bit
that’s low-def
bet you’re deaf
your 8-bar show high stress
keep trying it, tho
oh, you upgraded engine?
i’m not buying it, hoe
don’t look at me with those puppy eyes
b-tch, follow rock home
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