Rocky Balboa

[Intro: Quavo] Yeah, Migos, Rocky! Say you wanna be somebody, right? Feel like Rocky Balboa [Chorus: Quavo] You say you wanna change the game Then you gotta make a name Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Gone! I used to be an underdog (I used to) Now young nigga on top of your ho Rock Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa [Verse 1: Quavo] Run to the top of the stairs in Philly I'm feeling like Quavo, Meek Millie It's level to this shit in my city The dub, the 100 the 50 Young nigga back then drinking midgets, I did it Lil (lil) mama used to laugh at me, Now she hitting my phone like please Quavo fuck with me! Remember that nigga Orlando, Finessed him with Oregano Rabbit food, Blues clues Snooze you lose, That's the game fool Remember when he was on top In high school, I remember that Then reality hit and I rolled up with them with my Audi coupe [Chorus: Quavo] You say you wanna change the game Then you gotta make a name Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Gone! I used to be an underdog (I used to) Now a nigga on top of your ho Rock Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa [Verse 2: Peewee Longway] Rocky Balboa, Itallian Stallion Cruising in my McLaren Pulling up, Rocky Balboa, my dial, my diamonds are VVSS's Used to be a underdog, now I'm a big dog Trapping got gas in the mansion Take a nigga bitch, Switch-A-Roo the click Party, Party, Party like Marilyn Manson PeeWee Longway, I made the name I changed the game, put dope in her pampers Give me her address and don't tell her name This is my life get a clear understanding Fresh out the banana boat with the dope Bitch be treating me like I'm the pope Fly as a bitch form the A, the left coast Kicking bitch shit I'm Sosa with the loafs Long way! [Chorus: Quavo] You say you wanna change the game Then you gotta make a name Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Gone! I used to be an underdog (I used to) Now a nigga on top of your ho Rock Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa [Verse 3: Takeoff] What did you wanna be when you were growing up A basketball player, a football player or even a rapper? Some niggas they wanted to be on the block They dreamed to be trapping Trapping the nigga out like I'm a Capo, or maybe an Alpha Cooking dope but I'm no chemist Adrian all in my kitchen Molly you looking like danger Bob and weave, then hit the canvas Where's the food in my fryer, or it connected with the banana's I feel like Kanye, all of these cameras Just to hit a Jug in the Camry! [Chorus: Quavo] You say you wanna change the game Then you gotta make a name Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Gone! I used to be an underdog (I used to) Now a nigga on top of your ho Rock Balboa, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Rocky Balboa, Rocky Balboa