Meek Mill - Intro (Championships) lyrics

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 niggas
That want the smoke (Woo)
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom
This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them
Niggas and now 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 riches 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 (yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (yeah)
Bad bitch fuck 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 niggas that'll smoke you
Go and murder your brother after
Whoa, big dog, nigga, 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 fuck a bitch raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta
Count a million all this fucking 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 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 Bad Wolf, we at your door
Blow down your fucking house
I heard your daddy was a rat
So you a fucking mouse, nigga
Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead
If they ain't in the graveyard
Then they in the feds
I give a fuck 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, fuck my bitch, nigga
I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying jet and chopper
Like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out
Them trenches nigga, 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 fuck you turn a
Bando to a glass house? How the fuck 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 fuckin' 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 nigga still fucking 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
Nigga, we trying to make
That money machine break ('Chine break)
Shootin' up out that van like it's Team-A
(Team-A)
Nigga, 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, nigga
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