Meek Mill - Dreamchasers 2 lyrics

[Intro: Mike Tyson interview] I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and most vicious And most ruthless champion there's ever been There's no-one can stop me I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander I'm the best ever. There's never been anybody as ruthless I'm Sonny Liston. I'm Jack Dempsey There's no one like me — I'm from their cloth There's no one that can match me My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable And I'm just ferocious. I want your heart I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah! [Verse 1] Yea, it's a lot of bad b*tches in the building, amen Came in the game k**ing n*ggas, J Lin When it come to (?) I'm on some sh*t I probably ate in And I got that four door Aston Martin on the way in Y'all n*ggas come out, all the hoes stay in Every time I come out, movie in the making Realest n*gga in it all you got to do is say it If a n*gga rap dissing, when I see him I'ma spray him Like bang, n*gga it ain't no game Philly n*ggas ain't the same, step in your lane Before that chopper hit your brain, stay out the frame Cause when I let it Bada-Boom, that's Bada-Bang p**y n*gga ahhhh [Verse 2] Right back like I never left Rollie on my wrist cost a Camaro, yea the double S Ever since I made a milli, I ain't been in trouble yet Still walk in the building, then go bonkers with a hundred racks Hundred stacks, hell yea, hell yea f*cking right Boy I got your favorite singer really tryna f*ck tonight Y'all n*ggas was sleeping on me, I was really up at night Trying to chase my dream, now I ball out the team Man I lean off of this phantom, "I'm a boss", my anthem MMG my clique, that's why your b*tch all on my dick I got thirty racks in my pocket, I keep thirty shots in my clip I get thirty racks for my verses, y'all don't get paper like this, no I'm getting money, must be Illuminati They think I signed up cause I just bought a new Ferrari And when I make a hundred, I'ma buy a new Bugatti I be with some Philly n*ggas, they just trying to shoot somebody Tell 'em, I swear I tried to tell 'em (tell 'em) Lampin' in this penthouse, I started from the cellar And if she want that hammer all up in her I'ma nail her Word to my n*gga Ricky, we gon' k** the game this summer