Meek Mill — Intro

[Intro: Meek Mill & Phil Collins] 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) [Verse] 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