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