Open up the doors on ’em, we playing tonight Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights They gonna learn from me, this is our church to be Life of a champion, ugh, so Freddy Mercury Sneaking into Hov concerts in nosebleeds The Hov bein’ like woah Yeah, independant, keep killing these people and don’t sleep Even the pigeon toed still standing on both feet, you know It’s obvious who’s night this is Grandparent’s immigrants, couple Irish kids Victory in my grass, gotta fight for this The streets are ours this evening, going undefeated I roll the dice against the staircase, uh huh Steak season, gotta marinate, uh huh If I happen to die tonight, put my spirit in the stars Bury me in the grave and carve “the history was ours” Said II ain’t gonna die tonight You can’t kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can’t you hear it Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-ohWake up, bitch, I ain’t dead yet And If I was in heaven, I’d be the best dressed My closet looking like a swap meet in Texas And maybe it’s excess, but we ain’t cut from the same cloth, player Talking to a boss player Checks like a ball player Easy money, all lay-ups
I be pissing off neighbors Get up off my dick and get the finger like a cross-fader I be in my lawn chair star gazing like, woo! All praise to the most high Your boy in his own J’s, I made it to courtside Remember the old days and praying for co-signs When labels offer me pay, I said that I won’t sign I took my weakness and turned that into a weapon And when everybody doubted me, I turned that to my leopard So I stand up on the stage, it wasn’t planned, see it was destined Look at fifty-thousand people with their hands unto the heavens and saidI ain’t gonna die tonight You can’t kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can’t you hear it Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-ohDidn’t come this far to lose Won’t let death make a move Might not mean much to you, but I’d die for this W Let my life be something to prove Every scrape, every fight, every cut, every bruise I lay it all on the line, I re-write these rules Victory in my sight, I will not loseI ain’t gonna die tonight You can’t kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can’t you hear it Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh…
