Everything of late has a touch of ceremonious 'Cause what we built ain't picture perfect, but shit, it's close enough Remember pushin' that even back then, when our shit start knocking wind I swear to Bob, it wouldn't be blowin' us Two steps ahead of me, getting too ahead of myself So much to the point that I mighta started slowing up Nigga still losin' jobs 4x'd the tenure and still figuring out how to survive I fucked the money up, lacked self-control so many times We coulda been financially free when I was twenty-five Damn, look how the time go Still on survival What can ya bring home to Mom? Does it come to your door? He could play, he could ball But what did he hang on the wall? What can ya hang on the wall? What can ya hang in the wall? Yeah, when it's all said You're a champion A champion Momma, you're a champion A warrior Momma, you're a champion Momma, you're a warrior Told her she's a champion already While I was all out on them stages, my name ringing bells She was goin' through them stages, I'm just glad you rang the bell Though I couldn't blame her, I was sad she kept it to herself All that time I coulda helped She could say same though, never told her I was in that cell Banned outta Europe for a zip on the plane going to Norway She had pennies for my thoughts, but I'd rather learn the hard way My first year makin' money, now I gotta pay them lawyers Three nights thinking how the fuck I play with this thing if ours? Lido said they won't give a fuck if I'm a singing star 'Cause this some immigration shit, police didn't even bring the charges Thinking it's time to make shit shake whenever I reach the states Building our future if I ever feel I need escape Locked in the stu' making sure I don't throw these keys away Grateful I could see the day And time is of the essence, so fuck it, gotta just do it fearful Used to bring the pocket knife to walk to Quiktrip through the school year Reminisce with— 'bout the dumb shit we'd be doing years for But still we not in the clear, boy Lil' cousin pickin' up bad habits, shit me bring me to tears, boy Thinking how far should a champion go Before I bring home the troph? Reflect the light and decompress in the glow With all the rest of my folk I'm two weeks sober just to test it, I'ma a vessel at most Gettin' shit off my chest, but please don't put a S on that ho What can ya bring home to Mom? Does it come to your door? He could play, he could ball But what did he hang on the wall? What can ya hang on the wall? What can ya hang in the wall? Yeah, when it's all said You're a champion Momma, you're a champion A champion Momma, you're a champion A warrior Momma, you're a champion Momma, you're a warrior Told her she's a champion already