jade's a champ

ms. jade

whoa

who am i

whoa

who am i

i got 'em

i got 'em

i got 'em

i got 'em

jade

the champ

jade

the champ

big dreams and hurt feelings

call me jade

the champ

i put the weight on my shoulders where other bitches slack

who else you know can breath life into a murdered track?

i done see what y'all can do

never mind that

like the old mixed with the new

like a philly throwback

take your best shots

i promise

i'm a throw back

we can take it back to the days of the cadillac

jumps out and handle that

heat melts your candle wax

maybes and matter facts

ms. jade's the fucking champ

play the low and kill you softly like roberta flack

and then they

and then they mad 'cause i'm stating facts

and then they

and then they hate when i cop the cat

that old nursery rhyming this shit ain't about that

my flow i mix between one-eighty proof and six packs

spit circles around you

see if you could get back

before you jump best know exactly who you getting at

champion

watch the people call my name

champion

watch the people call my name

champion

watch the people call my name

champion

watch the people call my name

ho

ho

this thing is real you could play it back

they said

i couldn't do it"