Champion
Mmm.This is celebration, this is levetationLook at how you winnin now, this took dedicationThis is meditation, higher educationThis the official competitor eliminationI was takin trips with Web to move weight,Came back to queens then hit up a new stateBitches don't know the half like they flunked at mathBitches ain't have cut up crack up in the stash50 cent italian, icy flowIt's that run and get a dollar for a ice cream coneCuz they killed my little cousin NicholasBut my memory's only happy imagesThis is for the hood, this is for the kidsThis is for the single mothers, niggas doin bizThis one is for TT, Tweety, Viola, SharikiCandice, Timby, Lauren, Iesha.
It's a celebrationPut it up for the ghettoIt's times like theseThey know who we are by nowThey know who we are.Champion, a champion.
[Drake:]Yeah, okay, we made it to americaI remember when I used to stay with ericaLabel transferred 20 million to comericaFuckin terrabus got me actin out of characterYoung TO nigga, either ridin' rangeThe ferarri top down, screamin money ain't a thangTell me when I changed, girl, but only when I changeCuz I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they knowwwMakin' hits in 3 acre cribsCookin' up tryna eat nigga steak and ribsI made a couple stars outta basic chicksNowadays blow the candles out, don't even make a wishHavin good times, makin good moneyLot of bad bitches but they good to meI make her do the splits for a rackWish you niggas good luck tryna get where I'm atStraight like that
It's a celebrationPut it up for the ghettoIt's times like theseThey know who we are by nowThey know who we are.Champion, a champion.
[Young Jeezy:]Straight ballin in this bitch, jeremy lin, mello.Tell me one thing you won't do? settle.Gimme one word for ya chain? yellowPocket full of money, black card, ghettoCritics say I ain't in the game, A I?So how you deal with the fame? STAY HIGHStay puttin down for the town, may IWhat chu call a crib in the sky? play highHalf a mil in 3 weeks, yall did it like a champMama taught me pride, yeah, she did it with the stampsWait a minute, every body pause for the photoSomebody tell these loco ain't niggas, I'm globalTell me what I gotta do to get this champagne goinWhat I gotta do to get this coconut flowinDon't let me in son, hundred bottles of the aceLemme in son, go money cases in my place let's celebrate
It's a celebrationPut it up for the ghettoIt's times like theseThey know who we are by nowThey know who we are.Champion, a champion.
[Nas:]What up nicki? it's nasty. yeah. yeah yeah.I sold my first 2 million dollars, I was 23.I'm barely a man yet I had some killers under meThis ain't rated PG, this rated PJ.Cuz that's where a nigga fuck, murder on replayMy 24th bday, I'm sailin to BiminiYou can see me on a yacht blastin Pac, little nah, I ain't greedyI'm back to thuggin bitches that can make it and kiss other bitches,My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother's sisterI just aspire, desire to be differentMy 10 year old plan just one year til finishMy list went like this: first thing to sever,The difference in pussy white black latin or otherHere's a man who clearly isn't basic,Waitin list just to hear me or witness the greatnessLoud laughter while writin my next chapterFast cash life, happily ever afterChampions