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-I-I-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 flunk they math Bitches ain't half 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 memories 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, Voila, Sharika Candace, Thembi, Lauren, Iesha It's a celebration For the ghetto, oh It's time, times like these (Ooh ooh) They know who we are by now They know who we are Champion, the champion (champion, champion) Yeah, okay, we made it to America I remember when I used to stay with Erica 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 rap Wish you niggas good luck, tryna get where I'm at Straight like that It's a celebration For the ghetto, oh It's time, times like these (Ooh ooh) They know who we are by now They know who we are Champion, the champion (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 hear Shawn Carter, I'm the ballest of the ace Let me hit up Sean Combs, money cases in my place, let's celebrate It's a celebration Put it up for the ghetto It's times like these They know who we are by now They know who we are Champion, a champion What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah 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 not, 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 writin' my next chapter Fast cash life, happily ever after Champions It's a celebration For the ghetto, oh It's time, times like these (Ooh ooh) They know who we are by now They know who we are Champion, the champion (champion, champion)