Machine Gun Kelly - Champions lyrics

rate me

(feat. Puff Daddy)

All of y'all better wake up now

Everyone's a little late right now

Keep it real, I'm a little high

How the f*ck you gonna hate right now?

Remember my first single?

Chyea well it's doing great right now

Took a 5 hundred thou off the gate

Straight to the bank right now

Shit gets wicked in my city so I got a semi in a waist right now

Everybody fuckin with me and if you ain't then you outta place right now

Everybody ain't real, everybody can't be us

Everybody stay losin, that makes us champions

I take that title, til they wave like that tidal

Introducin' me to Billy Jean, shit I'll take that Michael

Tryin bring the paper in, my paper thin like that Bible

That is how you win, stackin Benjamins till its big as the Eiffel

Uh

We are the champions my friends

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the world.

I came straight from sellin nickel bags

Out my baby mama pad just to get a meal

Straight from puttin Similac in a Walmart bag tryin make a steal

Straight from 1 thousand CD's with my name on it

Opposite of what the game wanted, Mofucka we just tryin' get a meal

Not a shaker grad boy, signed to the bad boy

I ain't gettin cheese cake no bits and this aint make another band homebody

What is that my bitch? God damn she columbian homeboy?

Ever since I got some fans homeboy haters tryin' be my friends homeboy

Pull up in that tour bus everybody know what's going on in there

backroom lotta panties droppin lotta pretty bitches pretty long hair

I'ma talk my shit, bitch I came into the game as rookie of the year

Blake griffin, Kyree, Amaree Stoudemire

Yeah and still couple people gotta problem with me at the hater magazine

I mean fader magazine, tell the journalist to suck my what's in my saggy jeans

choke mofucka, choke man and none of my fans will open up your fuckin magazine

Lucky I don't have Jermaine come up in your office and load up a fuckin magazine

Charlemagne don't like me, what's his name won't fight me

I'm a hype individual god damnit hype beast, hype me

Maybe 'cause I wasn't a good kid in a maad city like Kendrick

I was just a little bad mofucka beggin landlords to be tenant

beggin everyone to give my song a listen, tryin' get up out a shitty job position

Tryin' get a 24 karat gold toilet 'cause I never had a pot to piss in

But it's Ok I'm still maintaining, nanana

Thanks to neratam for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to micky mouse for correcting these lyrics