INTRO (CHAMPION) (feat. TETSUA, F3BE, VIMANAS, 4THKND & ZYMZALA)
For he is always high, but know that he is never low
We do not dine in hell, for hell is reserved for those who have never tasted glory and
justice
From the grimy underground, to the top of the billboard charts
From the merciless streets, to being merciless in your bitches sheets
The incomparable, jack of all trades, and master of every single one
The ever true, the one, the only, realest motherfucker alive
Fighting out of the north side of Chicago, the voice of the people, the voice of the voiceless, the un-crowned king,
Mighty
Melancholy Ali
This is your moment.
Dawg, I fucking believe in you what the fuck are you doing on your ass
Stand the fuck up
You can do this man, I know you got it! Come on!
I know you got it in you. Just one more (Just one more)
Fight
Win
Guns and butter baby
Guns and butter!
Fight! Fight!
Come on
Do it for your baby mama!
Keep going! Don't stop!
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
My nigga go! Go! Go!
We're all waiting for you
So where have you been
What are you waiting for?!
You're no one
Chicago's not there for you
You're there for yourselves!
30 SECONDS!
You need the money
You got this
Get your fuck up
You got this!
Don't give up
Don't give up
Harder
Don't let em go!
Squeeze tight
I fuckin' believe you
Melancholy is your sword and your shield forever
I want you to know this.
Of all people
You're going to let them win?
C'mon yall, get up.
Drop the ramp,
We're on the way.
We do not dine in hell, for hell is reserved for those who have never tasted glory and
justice
From the grimy underground, to the top of the billboard charts
From the merciless streets, to being merciless in your bitches sheets
The incomparable, jack of all trades, and master of every single one
The ever true, the one, the only, realest motherfucker alive
Fighting out of the north side of Chicago, the voice of the people, the voice of the voiceless, the un-crowned king,
Mighty
Melancholy Ali
This is your moment.
Dawg, I fucking believe in you what the fuck are you doing on your ass
Stand the fuck up
You can do this man, I know you got it! Come on!
I know you got it in you. Just one more (Just one more)
Fight
Win
Guns and butter baby
Guns and butter!
Fight! Fight!
Come on
Do it for your baby mama!
Keep going! Don't stop!
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
My nigga go! Go! Go!
We're all waiting for you
So where have you been
What are you waiting for?!
You're no one
Chicago's not there for you
You're there for yourselves!
30 SECONDS!
You need the money
You got this
Get your fuck up
You got this!
Don't give up
Don't give up
Harder
Don't let em go!
Squeeze tight
I fuckin' believe you
Melancholy is your sword and your shield forever
I want you to know this.
Of all people
You're going to let them win?
C'mon yall, get up.
Drop the ramp,
We're on the way.
Credits
Writer(s): Ali Attia
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