Baby back, ayy Couple racks, ayy Couple Grammys on him Couple plaques, ayy That's a fact, ayy Throw it back, ayy Throw it back, ayy And this one is for the champions I ain't lost since I began, yeah Funny how you said it was the end, yeah Then I went did it again, yeah I told you long ago, on the road I got what they waitin' for I don't run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low You was never really rootin' for me anyway When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say He don't run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over Uh, need a, uh Need to get this album done Need a couple number ones Need a plaque on every song Need me like one with Nicki now Tell a rap nigga, "I don't see ya", ha I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, ha I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha But these niggas bitches like Madea Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Ayy, oh, let's do it I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit I blew up now everybody tryna sue me You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah And this one is for the champions