[Hook: Prince SAMO]
This is it (what?) for the chip (what?)
We go out swinging before we can ever quit (what? what? what?)
Clear the bench (what?) catch a tech (what?)
It’s like Miami and the Knicks, '96 (what? what? what?)

[Verse 1: Cody B. Ware]
Define synergy, divine energy
In my prime like Nas in '95 but I’m down to ride on my enemy
You ain’t down to ride? Well you better be, better get a vibe, get a better me
Never let her mind, never let a dime, never let a rhyme get ahead of me
That just ain't in my pedigree, this song still hurts til I hit the hearse
Dope man that saved yo mystery as we’ll go down in history
That world's fair, that Queens shit, that New York, that dream shit
That all-star, that team shit, the kings stacks in yo queen bitch

[Verse 2: Remy Banks]
’96 Knicks and I’m feelin like
Houston fresh off the bench, with them clutch, 3 pointers
Got some weed for my consumption, shows from Queens to London
Got them fans screamin lyrics that I wrote in my apartment
After every show they be screamin for an encore
They jumpin off of shit, God I’m thinkin it’s parkour
In a foreign car, Testarosa dreamin
The way they changed leanin, got them little hookers screamin
World’s Fair! World’s Fair!