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[Hook:] |
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It’s just me against the world and I won’t lose |
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No I can’t lose, I’m a born winner |
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These streets made a beast out of me |
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Six rings on my fingers |
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I’m a champion |
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Put your fives and your ones up |
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6 rings, I’m a champion |
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Getting money, put your ones up |
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6 rings I’m a champion |
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Now ball |
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Ball |
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[x12] |
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6 rings I’m a champion |
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[Verse 1:] |
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No worries, I been killing it since she was a shorty |
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Still standing on top of my glory, and this still ain’t the end of my story |
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Confetti pouring, they be all in the clothes that I’m sporting |
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6 rings like Michael Jordan, same team no Robert Horry |
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Put me on the verbal court with my competitors |
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Imma be ******* up all of them |
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Money like Steph Curry, and I dish it out to my team like Chris Paul and them (Griffin!) |
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So lose and you blame it on fouls and how they don’t be calling them |
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I put in work, I got rings |
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You can’t tell me nothing, I know I earned all of them |
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That winning feeling I want cause if I get the shot I bet I hit the shot |
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I’m in my glory while pouring champagne on my body like I was Chris Bosh |
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They won’t admit it, how many times I came back and did it |
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They have no choice to be killing em when I spit it |
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Give me a standing ovation when I visit |
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Final four delivery, hall of fame flow |
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Right up in Nirvana is where my mother ******* hangs though |
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But I ain’t finished yet, I’m the exquisite vet |
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They be like damn Twista they ain’t knocked you off your pivot yet |
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Nope! |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Who the ************* is you talking to? ************* I got six rings |
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Swagging, my walk like I’m Jordan |
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I know when I’m hot, fingers look like Kareem |
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When I pull that whip up in front of the club I be knowing they seeing it |
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And whoever dissing this, cause they are fisherman watching the finals and we in it |
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The league of the streets |
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Winning the game with a three on the beat |
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Keeping that thang in the piano seat |
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One shot at your brain and they flee on their feet |
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Don’t like you when you be like Michael |
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They run up thinking I be slipping |
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Long nose, 357 by my side, call me Scottie Pippen |
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And I’m on bull*************t, call |
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about it, Willy said he southpaw |
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And I murder for the squad like an outlaw |
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Everything that I say coming out raw |
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Plenty *************s I know pulling up with a Glock and a key |
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Acting like they winning the game |
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Like they pulling up at the top of the key |
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But I got them accolades, and I spit that fast *************t |
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You just an absurd sound, third round draft pick |
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And when I win the game, then right there is your history |
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Celebrate like we do in Chiraq, we gon tear up the city |