เนื้อเพลง Intro - Meek Mill

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
Bombin' on any of them n*ggas that want the smoke (Woo!)
N*gga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the wave from them n*ggas and then they toast (F*ck '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 n*ggas (All my n*ggas), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in

32 shots in my new Glock (Yes!)
N*ggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yes!)
Bad b*tch, f*ck 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 b*tch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can't go to Hollywood, too caught in this jungle action
Where n*ggas that'll smoke you go and murder your brother after, whoa
Big dog, n*gga, 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 f*ck a b*tch raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million? (Ah!)
All this f*cking 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 n*gga, I f*ck with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef, we going to war, n*gga, let's slug it out
Big Backwood, we at your door, blooder in your f*cking house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a f*cking mouse, n*gga

Pouring champagne 'cause all my n*ggas dead (N*ggas dead)
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds (Facts!)
I give a f*ck 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, f*ck my b*tch, n*gga, I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying giant chopper like that sh*t was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches n*gga, 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 f*ck you turn a rental to a glass house?
How the f*ck you get a two to four bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram b*tch 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 (Runnin' up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just f*ckin' hoes (Ah!)
And they lovin' 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 n*ggas still f*cking all the baddest b*tches 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, p*ssy, no twerk, ho!
N*gga, we tryna make that money machine break ('Chine break)
Shooting 'em out that van like it's Team 8 (Team 8)
N*gga, 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, n*gga, 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