Intro

Yeah, we in the Championship

We was down 3-1

Yeah

I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, oh Lord

Philly, Champions of the United States

And I've been waitin' for this moment for all my life, oh Lord

Yeah, turn me up Cruz, uh

Bombin' on any of them **** that want the smoke (Woo)

****, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)

Had to take the way from them **** and now they toast (Fuck 'em)

They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke, amen, amen

Lord, forgive me for all my sins

Lord, forgive me for all my sins

Took so many riches just to get a Benz

Get a Benz

Pray for my ****, all my friends

All my ****, yeah

In the trenches warrin' with killers, we been gettin' it in (Ah)

Thirty-two shots in my new Glock (Yes)

**** wanna hit me like I'm Tupac (Yes)

Bad bitch, fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yes)

'Member when I spent 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 go to Hollywood, too cool in this jungle action

With **** that'll smoke you, go and murder your brother after, whoa

Big dog, ****, I'm a big dog (Big dog)

Streets say they need that dope, they havin' withdrawals (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 (Whoa)

Do you know the feelin'? (Do you?)

Bein' irritated 'cause you gotta count a million? (Ah)

All this fuckin' money, I ain't got no time for chillin'

We took risks to live like this through all that killin' and drug dealin'

You my ****, I fuck with you, we gon' thug it out

Say it's beef, we goin' to war, ****, let's slug it out

Big bad wolf, we at your door, blow down your fuckin' house

Boom, boom, boom

I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fuckin' mouse, ****

Pourin' champagne 'cause all my **** dead (**** 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, woo

'Cause I'm a king just like Martin Luther (Martin Luth')

I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch, ****, I salute ya (Salute)

I be flyin' jet and chopper like that shit was Uber

We finally made it out them trenches, ****, hallelujah, whoa

Ballin' like a Hotboy (Yeah, yeah)

Diamonds dancin' on me more than JB Blocboy (Dance, dance)

I'm the 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

Ooh, I just cashed out

How the fuck you turn a bando to a glass house?

How the fuck you get a two-to-four and 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

Run up like a milli' off a couple shows

Run it up

Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just fuckin' hoes (Ah)

And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah)

Rollin' through the gutter, I ain't never bowled (Rollin')

You would think this Wheel of Fortune how we sellin' O's (Yeah)

Plug just called, he got another load

He know I'ma get 'em sold

Leanin' off that Perc, uh

Young **** still fuckin' all the baddest bitches on Earth

When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a hot boy like Turk, uh

Gunshot is itchin' in that Glock, boy, that's work

You get popped, pussy, no twerk, oh

****, we tryna make that money machine break (Machine break)

Shoot at 'em out that van like it's Team A (Team A)

****, we used to trap there by the green gate (Gate)

'80s baby, that cooked crack up in my DNA, oh

Ooh, scary hours (Scary)

Walk inside of LIV, they gon' let confetti shower

You knew what it was when you heard they let me out it (Yeah)

Livin' like the plug, ****, I ain't sellin' powder, no way (No way)

Big bags, talkin' Santa Claus (Santa Claus)

Got three hoes off that molly, rippin' panties off (Panties off)

Flyin' private to Dubai, we off them Xanny bars

Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please