All of y¡¯all better wake up now
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Everyone¡¯s a little late right now
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Keep it real, I¡¯m a little hot
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How the f*ck you gonna hate right now?
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Remember my first single?
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Chyea well it¡¯s doing great right now
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Took a 5 hundred though off the gate
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Straight to the bank right now
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Shit gets wicked in my city so I got a semi in a race right now
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Everybody fuckin with me and if you ain¡¯t then you outta plave right now
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Everybody ain¡¯t real, everybody can¡¯t be us
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Everybody stay losin, that makes us champions
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I take that little, till they wave like that title
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Introducin¡¯ me to Billy Jean, shit I¡¯ll take that Michael
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Tryin bring the paper in, my paper thin like that Bible
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That is how you win stackin Benjamins till its big as the Eiffel
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Uh
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We are the champions my friends
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And we¡¯ll keep on fighting till the end
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We are the champions
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We are the champions
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No time for losers
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¡®Cause we are the champions of the world.
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I came straight from sellin nickel bags
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Out my baby mama pad just to get a meal
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Straight from puttin similac in a raw mile bag tryin make a steal
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Straight from I thousand CD¡¯s with my name on it
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Opposite of what the game wanted, Mofucka we just tryin¡¯ get a meal
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Not a shaker grad boy, signed to the bad boy
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I ain¡¯t gettin cheese cake no bits and make another band homebody
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What is that my bitch? God damn she columbian homeboy?
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Ever since I got some fans homeboy haters tryin¡¯ be my friends homeboy
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Pull up in that tour bus everybody know what¡¯s going on in there
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Backroom lotta panties droppin lotta pretty bitches pretty long hair
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I¡¯ma talk my shit, bitch I came into the game as rookie of the year
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Blake griffin, Kyree, Amaree Stoudemire
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Yeah and still couple people gotta problem with me at the hater magazine
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I mean fader magazine, tell the journalist to suck my simma sack of jeans
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Chocke mofucka, chocke man and my fans will knock on your fuckin magazine
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Lucky I don¡¯t have Jermaine come up in your office and load up a fuckin magazine
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Chalemagne don¡¯t like me, what¡¯s his name won¡¯t fight me
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I¡¯m a hype individual god damni hype lives ¡®hind me
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Maybe ¡¯cause I wasn¡¯t a good kid in a maad city like Kendrick
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I was just a little bad mofucka beggin landlords to be tenant
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Beggin everyone to give my song a listen, tryin¡¯ get up out a shitty job position
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Tryin¡¯ get a 24 karat gold toilet ¡¯cause I never had a pot to piss in
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But it¡¯s Ok I¡¯m still maintaining, nanana.
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Champions
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Machine Gun Kelly |