Lyrics Meek Mill – Intro

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)

Bombin' on any of them ni**as that want the smoke (Woo)
Ni**a, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them ni**as and now they toast (Fu*k '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 riches just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)
Pray for my ni**as (All my ni**as), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in
32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)
Ni**as wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad bitch fu*k me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spent my re-up on a oowop, woah
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can't go to Hollywood, to cool in this jungle action
With ni**as that'll smoke you, go and murder your brother after
Whoa, big dog, ni**a, I'm a big dog
Streets said they need that dope, they having withdrawals
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even fu*k a bitch raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million
All this fu*king money, I ain't got no time for chilling
We took risks to look like this, through all that killin' and drug dealin'
You my ni**a, I fu*k with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef? We going to war, ni**a, let's slug it out
Big Bad Wolf, we at your door, blow down your fu*king house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fu*king mouse, ni**a
Pouring champagne 'cause all my ni**as dead
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds
I give a fu*k if that crown heavy, put it on my head
Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)
Whew, 'cause I'm a king just like Martin Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, fu*k my bitch, ni**a, I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying jet and chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches ni**a, hallelujah, whoa
Balling like a hot boy
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy
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, no way (Like a cop)
Ooh, I just cashed out
How the fu*k you turn a bando to a glass house?
How the fu*k you get a two-to-four and bailout?
Got your favorite Instagram bitch with her ass out, hey
Make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)
Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just fu*kin' hoes
And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Running through the gutter, I ain't never bowl (Running)
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 them sold
Leaning off that Perc'
Young ni*ga still fu*king all the baddest bitches on Earth
When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a hot boy like Turk
Gunshot is itching in that Glock, boy, that's work
You get popped, pussy, no twerk, oh
Ni**a, we trying to make that money machine break ('Chine break)
Shootin' up out that van like it's Team-A (Team-A)
Ni**a, we used to trap here by the green gate (Gate)
80s baby, they cooked crack up in my DNA (Oh)
Ooh, scary hours
Walk inside of LIV, they gon' let confetti shower
You knew what it was when you heard they let me out it
Living like the plug, ni**a, I ain't selling powder, no way
Big bag, talkin' Santa Claus
Got three hoes off that molly rippin' panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars
Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please

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