Jade’s a Champ Ms. Jade

[Intro]
Whoa (Jade the Champ)
Who am I (Jade the Champ)
Whoa (Jade the Champ)
Who am I (Jade the Champ)
I got 'em, I got 'em (Jade the Champ)
I got 'em, I got 'em (Jade the Champ)
Jade the Champ, Jade the Champ

[Verse 1]
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, nevermind that
Like the old mixed with the new, like a Philly throwback
Take your best shots, I promise I'ma 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