Champagne For Everybody

[Intro]:

Champagne for my real friends

Real pain for my sham friends

(Uh, uh uh uh) Nah

Champagne for everybody (Yeah)

Uh

[Verse 1]:

Champagne dreams for them days I was unemployed (uh)

Selling drugs, trying to live, I was stuck in void (yeah)

Wasn't like I wanted to

But what the fuck I'm 'posed to do

When the government ain't giving me no fucking choice?

They ain't want to show us love like them other boys

I was trying to make a change 'til they cut my voice

I was trying to buy a Range 'til they upped the price on me

Try to cut the lights on me like they clubbing boy (Boy)

I can tell ya things, that some people never seen in life

Living lavish, thinks that happiness the key to life

I had a couple bad bitches, I ain't treat 'em right

I had a couple fat bitches I ain't even like

But their conversations was enough to make me sleep at night

Never fucked 'em, but I made sure they were eating right

Only loved 'em 'cause they taught me how to love myself

Gave me something to believe when there was nothing else

Tell me something else

All I know is hell, point me to the riches

It's funny how niggas screaming, money over bitches

But, when them niggas going broke, then it's bitches over money now, oh

Whoa, that's some fake shit, but that's the world that I know

She just want attention, that's the girl that I know (yeah)

I just want a pension, that's a check that I deserve

Share it with my niggas, I ain't stressin' 'bout a bird

All you ever wanted in life was to be a legend

All I ever wanted in life was to be accepted (uh)

All I ever wanted at night was a Lamborghini

'Til I woke from my dreams, and they told me to keep dreamin'

My radio demons

Too much new shit with out a reason (yeah)

Too much music without a meaning (yeah)

But how the hell do I keep believing without achieving

And how the hell do I pledge allegiance without allegiance?

Me and John Lennon by the fire, singing songs

"Kumbaya," wishing that my Lord sing along

Reminiscing 'bout every nigga that did me wrong

Pray to God I don't catch 'em slipping, but this is wrong

This is wrong

We ain't supposed to hold grudges

Forgiven all my enemies for they don't know nothing

This is Sunday school church, this is soul touching

This that old Keisha Cole back in '07

This that Bob Marley dreadlock shit

This that grandma in the kitchen cooking ham hog shit, whoa!

I warned niggas years ago before they cared about me

Like "If you don't hear me now, then you going to hear about me."

But I forgive 'em, I can see them over there watching

And I still got champagne for everybody

Pour it

Champagne for everybody (yeah)

[Verse 2]:

She said

She said "I thought that you were different"

"I thought that you'd be different" (you'd be different)

'I thought that you would be submissive' (nah)

Told you all my secrets while you just pretend to listen

Just so you can have a feast while you fuck me in the kitchen

Man, you cold blooded and maybe other hoes love it

But I ain't other hoes my nigga I'm so subborn

Them fucking with my heart is like touching a cold oven

That shit barely work, you 'bout to get your feelings hurt

Hold up

Close my eyes and I never get lost again

Some niggas cross the line and I never get crossed again

Pigs pulling triggers, these kids won't walk again

And that's the day I promised God that I'd never eat pork again, wait

No money, no commas, always had them problems (I wish)

More money, more problems, wish I had them problems (I wish)

I know that finance you stressing had you at the bottom but at least if you was making dollars, you can have some progress

They told me only time could tell, but I had no options

Eviction notice, I ain't had no options

Young Jeezy bumping, I was on my Tamadotchi

'Til I almost seen the ghost, I was Action Bronson

I just wanted champagne while I crack a lobster

I just wanna see your fucking hands at the concerts

I just wanna see Meghan Good without the nose job

I just wanna see Eva Mendes without the clothes on

And so long to my old kins, and my old friends

And so long to my old bitch and her hoe friends

Shout out to all them hypocritical Christians

Who act like just because I use the words 'niggas' and 'bitches' I can't deliver my message

Come deliver my blessings

Upon evil hide your sins , up in witness protection and

I warned niggas years ago before they cared about me

Like 'If you don't hear me now, then you going to hear about me.'

But I forgive 'em, I can see them over there watching

And I still got champagne for everybody

Pour it

Chapagne for everybody

There you go

[Interlude]:

Can I have everybody's attention, please?

I need to make a toast

A toast to every motherfucker that ever did me wrong

A toast to the basic hoes that played me

And the fuck niggas that slayed me

A toast to the non-believers and the money-hungry creatures who was sitting down eating steaks and lobsters, crabs and didn't even offer me a fucking biscuit with the butter that they give you at the restaurant when you sit at the table

I've been hungry since the days I was able to use music as an escape when my aunt was on Section 8 and got her first apartment

I wanna make a toast to my unborn child, I can't wait to see you smile when you come out

A toast to all my old friends who backstabbed me and spread dirt on my name

Well, I got plenty champagne for y'all

Heh, I got plenty champagne for everybody

I got champagne for everybody!

[Outro]:

Champagne, champagne 'fore we all go

Champagne, champagne 'fore we all go

Champagne, champagne 'fore we all go

Champagne, champagne

(repeat to fade)