[Verse 1: Astro]

I got a story to tell, some real shit

This ain't about tie-dyed shirts and heelflips

The hood's gotta feel, I'm from where they fill clips

Then aim it at any cat that reveal chips

I'm in a safe zone cause I'm going with the flow though

Started when we was rocking Asolo's with Polo's

Now 'Stro so known I can't walk dolo

Middle schools foes is fiending to take photos

They see the T's always got the fresh logo

Grade A-psyology, stop we? Oh no

Yo we really finna make a milly in the next year

Champ young, just trying to bang yams in they hamptons

Get the fame stable, no major label

If y'all don't break bread then eff it, we finagle

Grind by any means, momma made a soldier

A mic and a beat, we make heat in the polar

We champions…

[Hook: Spade]

I gotta win

I don't wanna lose, I'm just trying to get it in

And do what I gotta do

Move how I gotta move

Cause I gotta prove that I'm a champion

That I'm a champion…

[Verse 2: Astro]

I'm fully validated so the hating don't affect me

Do this shit freshly, moves you couldn't espy

Got a little name so the dames say I'm sexy

And best detest me, say she wanna get messy

I'm blessed G, I was just a youngin in the streets

Flow so sharp I couldn't be touched by a priest

And now I'm the young G.O.D

Ain't a nigga in my POV, till we see Gs, we OD

It's all about paper routes, spot the clowns, take 'em out

[…], Timberlands, show 'em what the state about

Give 'em shit to hate about, daddy look I made it out

Made it out, put it in effect, now I got rep

Guess we be stylin', 24 wilin'

Nigga we from the state of five boroughs, fifty islands

Before I could walk I was grinding, G-shit

Spitting this light work, yeah 'Stro keep the heats lit

[Hook]

[Bridge]

It's that NY champ, BK Chapo

East Coast the motto like El Dorado

Keep golden hollow-tips, tend to follow

Those who do not know how the block roll

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