(Verse) I'm back with a backpack rap. Standing on the curve with a backpack strap. Fuck what you heard I'm the black Matt MacConaughey. Try and hate I send you to the back of the back of the bus that's where I resign 5 years in row nigga this six. Know that I'm sitting up front this time. Something like the 3rd song on Aquemini. I eye me a spot by bad little bitty. I don't like her 'tude and her mood mad petty. I don't even speak. Shawty I just wanna seat. Then I see that she do got a dude and he's ready. To go in my jaw but I'm in a good mood tho. Know I look smooth in my new school clothes. Bro ease up. Play Lil Durk before you get hurt. Then he stomped me out in the dirt. Jesus. But I'm back with a backpack rap. They don't understand I'm the backpack Champ. He can go to hell I'm the new LL. I said I'm back I'm the backpack Champ. Better yet King you a mother fuckin fool. Got big plans for the first day of school. Like... (Bridge) Time after time I tried to arise, Tried to get inside, try to empathize. This time I know I said it last time and the time before that. But I ain't gone quit til they crown me. Either that or they underground me. No sweat I'll come right back Rob.Zombie track. With a full metal jacket, a handle of Jack and attack like a Jackal. (The Narrator) Everybody come gather around the blunt fire. It's story time. Welcome to the year 2084. This is the story of a young alien child named Champion Garcia. He came to the earth 6 years ago when he was in 1st grade and every single year since then he struggled. I'm talkin bout gettin bullied, getting played by girls. And every year he says "oh yeah this is gone be my year" and he always gets beat up on the bus before he can even make it to school. Now I'm not saying this year will be his year, but this year he has had enough and he ain't gonna stand for it. (Outro) Aw bae say my name. Say my mother fuckin name. Six grade all day on the playground we can play.

Featuring Lowkey Dreamer (Intro) 10 times more than the sweetest sound (Verse 1) I close my eyes, and I bow my head every night when I go to sleep. I just pray, for only one thing,That one day they'd give a fuck bout me. I just pray for only one thing that one day I'd sing they'd come and see. I just pray so much and I feel I move back cause you don't get back at me and honestly, I'm tryna see you but it's hard with a fist in my eye. Like hide and seek, with a jock I'm a geek in a locker. The only thing I got is time. "No time for sleep nigga think ain't you tired of this shit? To keep making hits that nobody noticed? And not many know you but the few that do won't tell they friends you a star." (Hook) By far you a star let me tell you what you need. I got money, I got bitches, you can have it all. But all things big or small none of it is free. On this planet understand you gotta give something me. Sell oh, sell yo sell yo, oh just sell me your oh. Sell your soul. Sell yo sell yo, hmm just give me your soul. I'ma cold mother fucker what you think this a game? By the way pleased to meet you, try to guess my name. (Verse 2) Niggas try to jump me now I'm in a slump. Please help me I need you to get me out. I would do pretty much, almost, damn near, anything to hear my name out loud, in lights on the side of a sky line. Let em know it's my time, they don't hear me when I say it. "Swallow yo pride cuz it's prime time" Give me my shine. "This is not a game" Nigga I ain't playin. "Give me your soul, wrap your neck in gold, call yo bitch a hoe, drink 40s, put diamonds in yo teeth, give it bout a week. Turn it up and dumb it down. Not talking money don't make a sound. Buy new clothes, its not that hard." You saying I can be a star? (Hook) (Lowkey Dreamer) Would you leave me alone if I converted you to a believer instead of sporting zoo York and new sport take a plane to New York to cop tisa always clown me Cuz my short be knee high now it's winter time and and I never rock Levis yall classified with the fliest girls blinded by clothing that's designer they fiend for more her new religion is dior Christian dismissing yo gift If it lacks expensive charisma ohh but I want her gotta have her It's more like need her tried to explain myself but didn't listen she only pays attention to the dropping of a needle on a record it's refreshing it clears her thoughts when her emotions began to become dyslexic and this the girl that I want to connect with and she neglects to see our connection but soon she'll notice and you say the price only reads my soul comes with gold immaculate pimpin of hoes and all name brands for my cloths hmm why not you can look around this is all that vi got bullied beat up this cruelty ensues me used to wish someone would shoot me pow pow old soul gone new soul down to get wild pick up my phone calls everyone that i know it's time to claim my crown. (Hook) (Bridge) (Hook)

Featuring Raephu Don and Nathan Original (Hook) Lookin for a girl good girl in my good clothes. I'm with my bros and I'm getting chose. I'm taking off with my nautica on. Cost me my soul, but don't I look so... (Verse 1: Raephu Don) See I'm just chillin mindin my BI. Making sure no asses fall on my Levi's cuz these bitties coming through tonight. To kick it with the freshest crew is all they wanna do tonight. So she like "boy where you get them? How much that shit go for?" Tell em "baby, talkin prices and locations is a no no". Fa sho, these boys they so so, need to upgrade from that Polo. My steeze ain't no Siamese, can't copy or Xerox a photo. See bands will make her dance and brands take off her pants. It's a shame how a name can mama cheat on her man, but fuck it you with the realest. Beat the pussy up before I drill it. But these cost some bands so be easy when you unzip it, baby. (Hook) (Verse 2: Nathan Original) O, But honestly this just happened to be the shirt I went to sleep in, And I've been wearing these very same jeans every weekend, For a year, like a cartoon character, Tell me that ain't real, I'm a bear, What the fuck I need clothes for? That's what I got hoes for, Got bad bitches all over me every night, This the way everyone supposed to be livin life, Everyday gettin head and hopefully get it twice if it's nice, if she bite, take a hike, uh, She in just her boots made for walkin, She let me touch her boobs they were soft and, Tasty like good news in the morning with your coffee, Sit back, kick my feet up, Notice that I got a scratch on my adidas, oh shell toe, (What the fuck bitch!) I'm kiddin, these the Busenitz Pro, I'm shittin, all over you already Don't make me get the machete And go to the Serengeti, Just to pull out the snake skins, You could never compare, To anything I say or anything I wear, And I wore your bitch out last night, that's right, O. (Hook) (Verse 3) Dope boy. Don't let me know how much it cost. Oh my soul boy? Shit let's go you already know my piggy bank be swole boy. Cuz I don't eat lunch so I save up. And buy my clothes boy. And that get me girls. I'm a pimp you a simp, shrimp po boy. So fuck that I'm fresh as y'all. But if your money don't match we don't mess with y'all. All your friends fake we don't flex wit frauds. Real recognize and you lookin foggy. I ain't never been the type of nigga to start shit. But just the other day he was talkin that hardness. Like, my nigga, come out the closet. My style is a mansion enjoy your apartment. And know that your girlfriend watching the hardest. Know why they call me tin man tho I ain't heartless. I'm her sleeping pill. Stealth slide in that thang like splinter cell. She with you on the low she's peeping still. She know you a fairy tale nigga you don't keep it trill. Everything I touch dead, sort of how the reaper kills. Chill. Pay yo fucking beeper bill bitch... (Verse 4) On everything. Inevitably. I'm looking at her. But she ain't thinkin bout me. I'm thinking bout speaking. I'm thinking maybe recess. It's tearing me to pieces. I'ma write a speech with a body and a thesis. On how I dream bout her body in a three piece. Swimsuit swimming through my mind Louganis. Hit me on my head and now all of my teachers. Ask if me if I'm dead no I'm fine. Just dreaming. I'm in a day coma bout this woman that I seen. Should I speak? Shit, I got money and clothes all I need is Jesus and (Hook 2) Confidence. Make me come alive. I never lied I know I need confidence. Arise. I never lied. (Verse 5) On everything. Inevitably. I'm looking at her. She ain't thinkin bout me. Why you do me like this? I'm upset. I would sell my soul if you give my mind back. I don't have a soul but at least my clothes match. She done put a hole in my chest like that. Her eyes lite brown and my eyes jet black. Her skin tone yellow and my guts match that. I don't have a soul but at least my clothes match. Got money in my bag one thing I don't have is a little bit of (Hook 2) (Outro) Inevitably. I'm looking at her. But she ain't thinkin bout me. I'm thinking bout speaking. I'm thinking maybe recess

(The Narrator) So just like that this nigga done fell in love at first site. With a girl who is nothing but trouble. I heard her ex used to beat her ass. But that's a different story...Anyway this nigga got an ass of money and fame and fresh clothes but he still ain't got enough confidence to ask the girl for her number. He better do something... (Verse) What you doin to me and what you did it for. Think I should say how I feel but really can't be sure. Don't wanna make it cliche, don't wanna go over head. Should I write her a song, I'll write a letter instead. Dear girl, you are the shit, I mean you are legit. I seen nothing like it before. Don't let nobody tell you are not worth the world. Love Champion Garcia SP do you like me? Cuz that's the most important thing. Check yes, no, maybe. Baby. 3x And if the answers good you can meet me by the woods but for now all this waitin got me crazy. (Hook) As I walk through the wooded park by the lake, I can't turn the switch off causing my headache. So I'll daydream about you and I'll think happy thoughts. Before somebody sees me lord please help me God. (Bridge) God, God help me God. I may need some guidance. I got scared didn't say shit slid the note inside her binder. Now I'm tripping, I can't focus I'm just hoping she'll find it. And meet me. (Verse 2) But if it's no I won't know and I'll be left all alone. In the park til the sun goes down. Then I would go home. And I'd never come back out. If you left me ass out. After I poured out my heart hell nah that be fowl. I probly would'nt make a sound. Suck it up and stick around. For another year in the same spot I'm in now. Stay back cuz I could ever be in your class. If your ass did me dirty but let me get my mind off that. Let me get my let me my mind on track. She too sweet to ever let that shit happen. She too G ever play the game and use a cheat code on a nigga like that. She far too trill we the new UGK. Ok better know that's me. I think you're perfect. So I wrote these words please let me know what you think. Check yes, no, maybe. Baby. 3x And if the answers bad. I might swerve I might crash. But for now all this waiting a got me crazy. (Hook 2x) (Bridge) God, God help me God. I may need some guidance. I got scared didn't say shit slid the note inside her binder. Now I'm tripping, I can't focus I'm just hoping she'll find it. And meet me. And she does. And catches me before lunch like "wassup". Hand me the paper. Yes was circle like a bunch. Then I stopped my bitchin and she asked me to eat with her. I'm like Praise God bless it.

Featuring King Erik (Verse 1) I shine hard in my own way. Only for niggas who be on it all day. Talkin bout, nigga, man I'm beyond great. Ok. Nigga get your dome on straight you ain't Andre. You ain't Kanye. You more likely Trey Songz rap songs with too much to drink. Flava Flave mixed with Soulja Boy. Why you spittin make me spit take? Here's a taste. Of a hot lava lougie this is not a mixtape. This is lunch room table banging in the sixth grade. Back when I was bullied and not worried bout a mixtape. Back when I was pulling punches they had thought a nigga gay. Now my shit straight now nobody ain't got shit to say. This is renegade age 11 in 11th grade. Ahead of my peers now it's heavier than heavens gates. They thought I was weird Lord forgive em they do. I do it through my music you gone know my name. (Hook) Champ: Rap name Christoph you can call me champ tho. Rap that dope I record it out the bando. Stacks flat bro I need to re-up on beats. I be back with it bodied next week bless me. Erik: Rap name Erik you can call me E Honda. Whipping in a heavy Chevy, used to ride my mama Honda. Champ: Cashin out a check with commas. Pens up on my paper coughing. Cuz it's sick and it may need a doctor bless me. (Bridge) Ooo and we ain't even eat yet. 4x (Verse 2: Erik) Champ through me on the track I said "Boy I got ya". This track gone be a classic like Frank Sinatra. Every nigga think he hard when he get a rocket. I'm getting money but no bands off in my pocket. I'm makin investments like rich homey taught me. I hear you lying bout yo check boy you better stop it. These niggas ain't playin you gone meet the holy father but I ain't goin out like that, feel like no one can stop me. I keep my head high everyday cuz God got me. I gotta go hard cuz I do this here for Poppy. Niggas hate on me, I ain't worried, I keep ballin. They say I'm lame but why they girl keep callin? Ain't no need to lie bout nothing I'ma speak the truth and please believe me boy I'm not hiding in this booth. I'm riding by my lonely, you can catch me in traffic. Not tryna be a thug, but I'ma let you niggas have it. (Hook) (Bridge)

Featuring DijoneEunique (Verse 1) I can't move I can't eat I can't sleep I can't breathe I wanna run, I wanna leave. But I can't see past the bars that's in front of me jeez. I had money had cheese but I lost it. Had a super bad girl but I lost her. Had a grandad that was awesome. But I lost him, that's when I lost it. I'm feeling sick I been laying down often. Having deep thoughts about laying in a coffin. I wanna cut the world and the lights off but. I got a lot of shit up on my plate plus I deal with so much hate. You don't know my fucking pain, everybody has their own life. You might say your tolerance is higher than mine. All I know is that I'm stuck and I'm resorting to crime. My inner child is alive and he's crying but I can't hear him. (Hook) Cuz I'm really out here talking to myself. Am I really out here talking to myself. You can't tell me nothing I be in the trap foreal. You can't tell me nothing I be in the trap foreal. Repeat. (Verse 2) In the cell I look around. See nothing and hear no sounds. I'm losing it like a black Michael Douglas I'm falling down. They caught me cooking a pound. The cafeteria's loud. That dope got my peers all fiending for another round. I guess I carry the burden, do what you gotta to hurt him. And patience is such a virtue and freedom is something earned. Through hard work and pray hard not for reign but for hunger. And swear when I make it no nigga can take it from me. So pick yourself before you fall behind. and don't let it do you nigga do that time. And shout to the faithful women waiting on they man. And fuck the haters who couldn't wait till you went inside. To start scheming. But that's cool just stay on your grind. And everything else will just get better with time. I know when you goin through it it may feel like a trap. But trust me all along the trap was all in your mind. Trust me gone stand up, see for yourself... (Hook 2x)

(Verse 1) Aw nah don't be stupid. That's not a baby that's Cupid. That ain't puppy love cuz we grown pits. Keep on pushing me til I lose it. I don't lie I'm not a loser. I been faded all day call back when I'm lucid. I ain't playin I don't play I just wanna see a movie. I'll pay it's ok long as I can be with you at the playground after school. I don't remember how we got here and I don't see a exit but I'm fine yeah I'm cool I ain't stressing. But he flexing with that Wesson to my chest. Waiting for me to move wrong. What more can I say I got nothing left. Bless. (Hook) I wish that I could hold you now, I wish that I could touch you now, I wish that I could talk to you, and be with you some how. Repeat. (Verse 2) And it's crazy. He must think I'm a minor but this major but he made you. So he's mayor and he gets final say. We can't move safe, we just gotta play the game. Long as you see my dilemma. This loving I deliver, seven months ago I never had shit. I remember. So you saved me. I'm just hoping I return the favor. Let me save you from demons in your past I can slay em. I can take em I scared. They don't see that I'm prepared. I ain't running I ain't hiding I keep marching up the stairs. He can't get inside my head. I just wanna be with you. But what's love without jumping through hoops? Gone. Bless. (Hook 2x)

(Verse 1) I been in this place for too long I'm breaking out. Scratching off days on my wall I lost count. Had enough I tell all of my dogs to grab they shit cuz we gone. Yeah we about to be on fuck what you bout nigga. I been in detention for spittin some real shit. Quick they not payin attention I'm mashing the kill switch. Bitch I'm backed in the corner I'm tired of being oppressed. Wanna be liberated then follow me. Ain't nobody watching quick hand me the spoon. Dig it, all this dirt in my way gone have to move. Get with it or get lost we ain't waiting on you. Fuck boy you all talk you stay here and play fair but we ain't coming back this a one way track. This a true blue dream. Know my souls been sold but I'ma buy it back then I'm out like that. Please believe but first I gotta get out this hole. (Hook) (The colors) Underground diggin til we see the light. (Are bright) Underground digging til we see the light. (Bright) Digging til we see the light. (As ever) Dig it, dig it? (Verse 2) If you didn't know it, bitch I'm from Cola. We got hurdles to get over but it's renegade til it's over. We just kick it, drink and smoke, sink into the sofa. Spittin writtens that the hardest of artist could probably quote. Me and Bolt underground killing sounds now they feel the guy till you fuck up his rotation and you kill his high.Nate in the yard, yard long blunt something new in my lap that's a Oskie of skunk. Smoking on that mother fuckin La La with DB. Caught between a rock a hard place and a boulder. Placed by hater with no aspiration that went to Summit Parkway. Wait til I make it. And Vizzion told me let em take they shots cuz we not going down like they shooting at the juggernaut. Can't stop renegade, we just in detention for now but fuck patience, I'm goin home. (Bridge) And I ain't coming back this a one way track. This a true blue dream. Know my souls been sold but I'ma buy it back then I'm out like that. Please believe but first I gotta get out this hole. (Hook) (Verse 3) What you lying for? I know you know this live so. I know you noticed I control everything. When the light on the mic glow nigga I'm Michael. Niggas need Gieco when they bump this they liable to bump into light poles. Everybody want something they can ride to. Nigga I'm just tryna drive more. I ain't never tryna hide no. I'll stab yo girl in the shower like Psycho. Don't you ever take it light. This a mother fuckin light show. You don't like me? So? Kill yo self and mention my name in yo suicide note. Side note: this is not a joke. You can't keep me down. Bitch I broke. Bitch I'm out this fuckin hoe...I don't even know. (The Narrator) Remember what I said earlier about this girl being trouble and her ex being a little too aggressive? Well when Champ got locked up she went to her last nigga to comfort her. Now Champ just broke out of detention and witnessed one of their little disagreements. Uh oh The colors are bright, bright as ever.

(Hook) He say "I love you" with his hands. Understand, his heart is the color of your eyes. Sever ties and death ain't never part of the plan, God damn, but I would gladly go to war or die over mine anytime cuz it's peace and love until you take peace from something that I love. I handle that. Peace and love until you take peace from something that I love. Matter fact... (Verse 1) Roses are red, violets are violet. Nose bloody red you survived bits of violence. Maybe you looked at him wrong, maybe burnt his pie crest, maybe he ain't have enough lovin as a baby. Bull shit. I don't give a fuck. You don't ever touch nothing that love. Niggas will get scuffed. Think I'm playin? Put em up playa. Playground scuffle if you tough. Look you in the eyes beat em both shut. (Hook) (Verse 2) Violence only begets violence. It's Common to see that nobody's smiling. Hiding behind the false pretense that it'll all get better. That's her ex she can't leave alone never. Broken bones? Sweat her. Ray Bans. Better do as you're told and run away forever. Come with me baby I can protect ya. I'll never let him touch ya. Even though I know. (Hook) (Verse 3) She said "break it up". We was throwing them things. She screamed "stop it now!" One more lick in, I hit him then we listen. She helps him up then kisses and I'm lost...She won't let him go no matter what the cost. She say I'm too sweet and she gone need a boss. He say I'm too weak and I don't hear her deny it. She say I know he's kinda mean but I like.Yeah I like even though. (Hook)

Featuring DijoneEunique (Intro) Reporting live from the cooler side of the pillow. I thought you was cool but you a scrub Brillo. Sub zero that's the temp in my left chest. Let's just leave it where we lost it. Repeat (Verse 1: DijoneEunique) I can never win no matter how hard I try. Saying "better luck next year". Saying "Better luck next year". Sometimes I wish I could just press rewind. Just one more time. Baby one more time. (Bridge: DijoneEunique) I tried to fight it. Til she told me she liked hits. I just realized it. You are just a masochist and I can't shake it. The DJ won't break this. The radio don't play this. (Verse 2) "Back with another sad rap champ?" Can't you tell? But I don't give a fuck about that Jazzy Belle. Nah I don't mean that. Matthew 7:1 I agree. Now I'm just on the swings bumping 3 Stacks. Feeling bad, feeling all alone, somehow feeling so free. I just need to buy my soul back and I'll be whole. Street niggas this you lucky day cuz she single now. Beat oh she love to get. Lord knows she loves it. But me, know I got that heat, know I'm 39 hot. Meet up with Satan beat him up and steal my soul. Sympathy for the devil don't exist in my bones. Rolling Stones had it wrong. Beat beat. Know she love that. Especially when a thug nigga come up with it. It's all just a game til somebody come up missing. It's all for the love, then the fame, then the digits on the check and before you know we asking for forgiveness. Cross my heart this time I'll be different. Ain't nobody perfect we all are just children, but I'll tell you what this time I'm gonna distance myself. I told God and this is what He told me; "Understand everyone deserves another chance. Hop up in the time machine you can start clean." (Bridge:DijoneEunique)