"Intro (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 killing 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
Pussy 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' kill the game this summer