[Verse 1]
I'm a different breed, I am what you need
I just plant the seed and create MC's that grow up like me
NASCAR on TV, root for number three, here's the checkered flag
Let me grab a Coors and take a picture with this Kodak
Sterling Marlin sponsors, only rednecks gon' know that
Whitey stompin' rappers like a West Virginia toe tap
Sick as fuck and not rockin' the hazmat or dumb mask
Only rockin' this Caucasian baddie with a fat ass
Yeah, whip that thing like a brand new Hellcat
Drillin' holes in the game like a stuck thermostat
Don't act like you won't come back if you reachin' from the doormat
You say you want a feat'? Hеre's two, where thе door at?
These rappers fake workin', they ain't never had a sore back
Lookin' at a hammer and nails like it's an ancient artifact
Rap's a art in fact, if the goals are bagged, prepare to get slashed
Hope the doctor used a hemostat in med class

[Chorus]
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first string player
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first string player
[Verse 2]
Give my pen an IV of blood comin' out of me
So I can live through my lyrics and write to my heartbeat
I wasn't invited here, I showed up without askin'
Anybody who says somethin' gettin' dropped like Ben Askren
Wakin' up the next mornin', eat a bowl of milk and Aspirin
Readin' Tweets about yourself until your eyeballs feel like plastic
Eyes lookin' pink, my shit about you becomes classic, huh
Me callin' you a pussy is your career's biggest asset
All I hear is I'm the GOAT, well, I'm a grizzly bear, you faggot
My enemy's the Taliban, I'm full metal jacket
And this mass murder mind on the mic is now a habit
Every time I drop an album, I caught me a couple caskets

[Chorus]
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first string player
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first string player

[Verse 3]
Overall, everyone can suck my balls
Imagine if I didn't like you and I popped me a couple of Adderall's
Behind me, no lateral, hail Mary for sure
No ending zone, goin' down white Tupac Shakur
And you won't have to miss me 'cause the bullets always miss me
My diss ain't a freebie, cost a hundred racks for you to eat my debris
And good luck to the mainstream, I seen that you tried to dub me
But there's only one Tennessee nominee and I'm that honky
And for the record, if I was Morgan Wallen
I'd tell the label check their wallet
Remind 'em who makes the dollars for 'em
No, I don't dislike him, if anything, I got his back
Even if he said cracker and his skin was pitch black
[Chorus]
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first string player
Oh, damn, I'm the people's champ
I know what they sayin', but your boy don't care
Oh, damn, yeah, I got the stamp
Certified in hip-hop, I'm a first string player