Hey yo
Aint nobody left for us man, shit
Last one standing
Lace up! Black Flag!
Bad Boy, bitch!
Hey yo, its lonely at the top
Hey yo Kells, hey yo Kells are you ready?
Hey yo Kells, get these motherfuckers
Ahh!
All of yall better wake up now
Everyones a little late right now
Keep it real, Im a little hot
How the fuck you gonna hate right now?
Remember my first single?
Chyea well its doing great right now
Took a five hundred thou out the gate
Straight to the bank right now
Shit gets wicked in my city so I got a semi in a race right now
Everybody fuckin with me and if you aint then you outta place right now
Everybody aint real, everybody cant be us
Everybody stay losin, that makes us champions
I take that title, til they wave like tidal
Introducin me to Billie Jean, shit Ill take that Michael
Tryin bring the paper in, my paper thin like that Bible
That is how you win, stackin Benjamins til its big as the Eiffel
Uh
We are the champions my friends
And well 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 burnin 1 thousand CDs with my name on it
Opposite of what the game wanted, muhfucka we just tryin get a mill
Now the Shaker grad boy signed to the Bad Boy
But I aint gettin cheesecake, no this aint Making of the Band homeboy
What is that my bitch? God damn she Colombian homeboy?
Ever since I got some bands homeboy, haters tryin be my friends homeboy
Pull up in that tour bus everybody know whats going on in there
Backroom lotta panties droppin, lotta pretty bitches, pretty long hair
Ima talk my shit, bitch I came into the game as rookie of the year
Blake Griffin, Kyrie, Amare Stoudemire
Yeah and still couple people gotta problem with me at hater magazine
I mean Fader magazine, tell the journalist to suck whats in my saggin jeans
Choke muhfucka, choke, none of my fans opened up your fuckin magazine
Lucky I dont have Jermaine come up in your office and load up a fuckin magazine
Charlemagne dont like me, whats his name wont fight me
Im a hype individual, God damn it, hypebeats hype me
Maybe cause I wasnt a good kid in a mad city like Kendrick
I was just a little bad motherfucker 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 its ok Im still maintaining
No, no, no
No fuck that, fuck maintaining
Im tired of being humble
It time to let these industry muhfuckas know, man
I wake up and I see four MTV awards on my dresser that I got this year
Im rollin up Js as long as my fucking shoe on a gold plaque
Lace the fuck up!

Champions! Bad Boy!
Lace Up! Black Flag!
Never, never, never give up
We see you at the top, baby
We will be waiting there with a ice cold glass of lemonade and Cîroc
And a couple of bad bitches to massage your feet, cause thats how we do
If you make it, youre welcome
Champions
Get down or lay down