Champion

This a celebration, this is levitation

Look at how you winning now

This took dedication

This is meditation, higher education

This the official, competitor elimination

I was taking trips, with Web to move weight

Came back to Queens, to hit up a new state

Bitches don't know the half like they flunked at math

Bitches ain't have cut up, crack up in the stash

50 Cent Italian, icy flow

This is that: run and get a dollar for the ice-cream cone

'Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas

But my memory's only happy images

This is for the hood, this is for the kids

This is for the single mothers, niggas doing bids

This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Viola, Sharica

Candace, Thembi, Lauren, Aisha

It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh)

It's times like these (Ooh, ooh)

They know who we are by now (They know who we are)

Champion, the champions (Champion, champion)

Yeah, okay, we made it to America

I remember when I used to stay with Erykah

Label transferred 20 million to Comerica

It's fucking terrible, it's got me acting out of character

Young T.O. nigga, either riding range

Or Ferrari top down, screaming, "Money ain't a thang!"

Tell me when I change, girl, but only when I change

'Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game

They know!

Making hits in three acre cribs

Cooking up tryna eat niggas, steak and ribs

I made a couple stars outta basic chicks

Nowadays blow the candles out, don't even make a wish

Having good times, making good money

Lot of bad bitches, but they good to me

I make them do the splits for a rack

Wish you niggas good luck, tryna get where I'm at

Straight like that

It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh)

It's times like these (Ooh, ooh)

They know who we are by now (They know who we are)

Champion, the champions (Champion, champion)

Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; 'Melo

Tell me one thing you won't do: settle

Give me one word for your chain: yellow

Pocket full of money, black cars; ghetto

Critics say I ain't in the game, A.I

Jeezy, how you deal with the fame? Stay high

Stay putting on for the town, may I?

What you call a crib in the sky? Play-high

Over a mil in three weeks, yeah, I did it like a champ

Momma taught me pride, yeah, she did it with the stamps

Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photo

Somebody tell these local hating niggas, I'm global

Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne going

What I gotta do to get this coconut flowing?

Don't let me hit up Shawn Carter, hundred bottles of the Ace

Let me hit up Sean Combs, hundred cases to my place, let's celebrate

It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh)

It's times like these (Ooh, ooh)

They know who we are by now (They know who we are)

Champion, the champions (Champion, champion)

What up, Nicki? It's Nasty, yeah

I saw my first two million dollars, I was 23

I'm barely a man, yet, I had some killers under me

This ain't rated PG, this rated PJ

'Cause that's where a nigga from; murder on replay

My 24th b-day, I'm sailing to Bermy, you can see me on a yacht

Blasting Pac, little knot, I ain't greedy

I'm back to thugging, bitches

Back to making them kiss other bitches

My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother sister

I just aspire your desire to be different

My ten year old plan is just one year to finish

My list looks like this, first thing that you'll discover

The difference in pussy: white, black, Latin and other

Here's a man who clearly isn't basic

Waiting list, just to hear me or witness the greatness

Loud laughter, while writing my next chapter: Fast Cash Life

Happily ever after

Champions

It's a celebration (Put one in the air for the ghetto, ooh)

It's times like these (Ooh, ooh)

They know who we are by now (They know who we are)

Champion, the champions (Champion, champion)