Intro
(专辑: Championships - 2018)
Yeah We in the
championship We was down 3-1 Yeah (I can feel it coming in the
air tonight) Philly, Champions of the
United States (Oh lord) (And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life) Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh Lord) Uh Bombing on any of them niggas that want the
smoke (Woo!) Nigga, this a
big boy Phantom, this ain't a
Ghost (It ain't) Had to take the
wave from them niggas and then they toast (Fuck 'em) They ain't have no sympathy for me when I
was broke (Amen, amen) Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me) for all my sins (All my sins) Took so many risks just to get a
Benz (Get a
Benz) Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah) In the
trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in 32 shots in my new Glock (Yes!) Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yes!) Bad bitch, fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yes!) 'Member when I
spit my re-up on a
oowop, whoa! Your favorite rapper a
mumble rapper Walk up in this bitch, a
bunch of killers and humble trappers I
can't go to Hollywood, too caught in this jungle action Where niggas that'll smoke you go and murder your brother after, whoa Big dog, nigga, I'm a
big dog (Big dog) Tricks say they need that dope, they having withdraws (Yeah) I
put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off I'm so rich that I
can't even fuck a
bitch raw, whoa Do you know the
feeling? (Do you?) Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a
million? (Ah!) All this fucking money, I
ain't got no time for chilling We took risks to live like this through all that killing and drug dealing You my nigga, I
fuck with you, we gon' thug it out Say it's beef, we going to war, nigga, let's slug it out Big Backwood, we at your door, blooder in your fucking house I
heard your daddy was a
rat, so you a
fucking mouse, nigga Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead (Niggas dead) If they ain't in the
graveyard, then they in the
feds (Facts!) I
give a
fuck if that crown heavy, put it on my head (Put it up!) Take it to the
jeweler, bust it down before I
wear it (Yeah) Woo! 'Cause I'm a
king, just like Martin Luther (Martin Luther) I
ain't a
hater, fuck my bitch, nigga, I
salute ya (Salute) I
be flying giant chopper like that shit was Uber We finally made it out them trenches nigga, Hallelujah, whoa! Balling like a
hot boy (Yea, yeah) Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy (Dance, dance) I'm a
boss, I'm the
one that call the
shots, boy (Shots) You a
thottie, I
won't cuff you like a
cop, whore (Like a
cop) No way! Ooh, I
just cashed out How the
fuck you turn a
rental to a
glass house? How the
fuck you get a
two to four bail out? Got your favorite Instagram bitch with her ass out, hey Make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it) Running back a
milly every couple shows (Running up) Trapping at the
Waldorf, we just fucking hoes (Ah!) And they loving that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah) Brought up through the
gutter, I
ain't never bold (Brought up) You would think this Wheel Of Fortune, how we selling O's (Yeah) Plug just called, he got another load He know I'ma get 'em sold Bring her out that Birkin Young niggas still fucking all the
baddest bitches on earth When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a
Hotboy, like Turk 30 shot it's itching, and that Glock, boy, that's work You can get popped, pussy, no twerk, ho! Nigga, we tryna make that money machine break ('Chine break) Shooting 'em out that van like it's Team 8
(Team 8) Nigga, we used to trap it by the
green gate (Gate) 80's baby, that cooked crack up in my DNA, ho! Oh, scary hours Walk inside of LIV, they gon' have to fetti shower You knew what it was when you had to let me out it Living like the
plug, nigga, I
ain't selling powder, no way Big bags, talking Santa Claus Got 3
hoes off that molly ripping panties off Flying private to Dubai, we off them Xanny bars Oh, scary hours, turn the
cameras off, please