Meek Mill ‘Championships’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
In a year full of blockbuster music releases, one of the biggest dominoes to fall is Championships, Meek Mill's first album since being released from prison in April. The anticipated follow-up to 2017's Wins & Losses finds the voice of Philadelphia addressing all of the elephants in the room, including his well-documented legal battle, which garnered the rapper an outpouring of support within the rap community and beyond.
Boasting a murderers' row of guest appearances, Championships finds Meek linking up with a few of his favorite collaborators, one of which being Drake, who joins his former adversary on "Going Back," making it clear that the two have buried the hatchet and put any past beef behind them. In addition to Drizzy, Jay-Z pops up alongside Rick Ross and Meek on "What's Free," on which the three reformed dope boys kick poetic flows analyzing the criminal justice system while promoting ownership within the black community. Other costars include Future, Cardi B, 21 Savage, Kodak Black, Fabolous, Young Thug, Ella Mai, Jeremih and PnB Rock.
Meek Mill's experience within the criminal justice system is the crux of much of the content on the album, however, the Dreamchaser also caters to his core fan base, with a number of testimonials from the front-lines of the streets. Rounding out the album with club- and radio-friendly fare, Meek Mill crafts what may be his most polished release to date with Championships, one of the year's strongest releases.
With Meek Mill's latest release dominating the hip-hop conversation, XXL highlights 20 fire lyrics from Championships.
"Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog/Streets said they need that dope, they having withdrawals/I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off/I'm so rich that I can't even fuck a bitch raw, whoa/Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)/Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million/All this fucking money, I ain't got no time for chilling/We too rich to look like this to all that killing and drug dealing" —Meek Mill
"And even worse, my judge Black don't wanna see me do well/It's either that or black people for sale/Gave me two to four years like, 'Fuck your life, meet me in hell'/And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider/Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us/For $44 a hour, you coward they using ya/Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?/This where the so-called 'real niggas' sweeping up for cupcakes" —Meek Mill
"Watching a Black woman take my freedom/Almost made me hate my people/When they label you felon, it's like they telling you they not equal/11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy/23 hours in a cell, somebody save me/I'm on a jail card, trying to explain it to my baby/I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe" —Meek Mill
"I been hard workin' and humble/Believe me, I've heard of the mumble (Look)/I'm just gon' leave it alone/'Cause I would put burners to bundles/Bitches are miserable, they are so typical/Hating is cheap, not my material/Look where I'm at, run back to years ago/I used to strip, now I keep a different pole" —Cardi B
"Walkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminated/Over a decade and never nobody's favorite/Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff/My amigo, a million grams and we count 'em and up/You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack/You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track/Screaming 'gang gang,' now you wanna rat/Racketeering charges caught him on a tap/Lookin' for a bond, lawyers wanna tax/Purple hair got them faggots on your back" —Rick Ross
"Oh, say can you see, I don't feel like I'm free/Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet/Judge bangin' that gavel, turned me to slave from a king/Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string/Just for poppin' a wheelie, my people march through the city/From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city/You can tell how we rockin', soon as I pop up we litty/Poppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and Diddy" —Meek Mill
"No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and 'Ye/They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh/I ain't one of these house niggas you bought/My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours/My spou- (c'mon, man)/My route better, of course/We started without food in our mouth/They gave us pork and pig intestines/Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave/You came back, reinvested and gentrified it" —Jay-Z
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre/Rappin' style used by me, the H-O-V/Look at my hair free/Carefree/Niggas ain't Nair-free/Enjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hairpiece?/I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me/My accountant's so good, I'm practically livin' tax free/Factory, that's me/Sold drugs, got away scot-free/That's a CC, E-copy" —Jay-Z
"Fuck the fame/We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain/Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Zane/You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane/Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over/That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over/That ain't real money/That's bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money/Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money" —Meek Mill
"I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah/We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah/I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti/The trap was hotter nigga had the feds around the corner/Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona/I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her" —Roddy Ricch
"Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay/Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay/I keep Benji Franklin in my knapsack, okay/I wanna sleep in that pussy, that's a cat nap, okay/Lambo truck, oh oh/Attract that bitch, your hoe/Chopper stick, two two/Threes lift your tutu" —Meek Mill
"I used to be a honor roll student, damn, then I turned to a beast/The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks/He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street/His mama cryin', that did somethin' to me, oh Lord/The shit I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an award/I used to sell Reggie, damn how' I get to the Forbes?" —Meek Mill
"Was we really that dumb?/'Cause we carry a gun/And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin' one/'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son/I'm speakin' to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh/Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick/Why you wanna be a shooter?/Mama told me not to do it but I did it/Now I'm locked up in a prison/Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it/Watch my dream shatter in an instant" —Meek Mill
"Made me a man shit I was 5 when God gave me my test/Go to court with a court-appointed and he won't say he objects/Now it's you against the state and you ain't got no cake/Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space/I know a young'un that got murked ain't get to drive no Wraith/But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon' faint/When she smell like embalmment fluid, cologne all on her baby/Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy" —Meek Mill
"Lived with my grandma, she took me to church, really no I ain't wanna go/Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket and her forehead was cold/I was like 4 years old/We couldn’t afford no clothes/It was hand-me down/Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?/Got a Black judge tryna tear me down/All this jail time probably wear me down/Turn the lights off in the bathroom/Screaming, 'Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary' now" —Meek Mill
"Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects, what they gon' do with us?/Can't call the cops yet, you might just get popped at,'cause they the ones shootin' us/I'm on my mom's steps, it's like a bomb threat, the violence pursuing us/I ain't meet God yet, 'cause I'm on the block where it's just me and Lucifer" —Meek Mill
"This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson/We was tryna find a lick, y'all niggas was somewhere dancing/Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh/The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some/If you want a wack, it's gon' cost 10 nickels/Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker/Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle/We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters" —21 Savage
"I'm like free all my young niggas that's incarcerated/See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)/I say nigga don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor/Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger/AP terminator, gon' make me burn a hater/No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor/I feel first night, I ain't hit her back, and I don't wanna fight/You can get it back, I ain't beatin' 'bout no dog hoe/Can't find a bitch like Waldo" —Meek Mill
"I want some money and I want some pussy/No lyin' like Lucious or Cookie/I built a empire sellin' that fire/I stayed on the block in a hoodie/I turn my Glock onto fully/I let it wop on a bully/I'm gettin' top in the telly/It sound like she moppin' spaghetti" —Meek Mill
"And I got Papi on my line like, 'When you comin' home?'/My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin' wrong/Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long/Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin' on/'Cause I can't let 'em take my life, you might get left you make that right/When he got left it wasn't right, but he was tryna live that life/I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight/Used to land in California to play that studio all night" —Meek Mill