[Hook: G-Wiz]
I bet this how LeBron feel
I know this how Juwan feel
Just loud, ain't no Reggie over here
'93 Bulls n***a, '96 Bulls n***a, '97 Bulls n***a, '98 Bulls n***a
Golden diamonds on my clique, bitch, we the champions

[Verse 1: G-Wiz]
Might hit the club with all my rings on
Might walk in church with all my chains on
Phil Jackson, I'm on my Zen
John Paxson, I'm going in
I might go with a gold roll? and a ball fake
I feel like Pippen on a fast break
These bitches hate the way I fade away
I'll quench your thirst with some Gatorade
I'm on the west drop-top with a parkay?
But her bitch six tre on some dope veins
In the streets I stick and move like Cassius Clay
Momma called him Clay, I called him Clay
Free throws with the eyes closed
I weigh my dope up with my eyes closed
Picture me and Gangsta Gibbs in them Diablos
Midwest reppin' up to Nap-town? to Chicago

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[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
I bet this how LeBron feel
Hit it quick then dip, now how your broad feel
Straight G.I. dough-boy my Forgi's is big as cartwheels
Worried, broke down and shamed, disgusted that's how your mom feel
My OGs sit back like Juwan
Frederico Soprano baby, your son a don
N***a fuck the world, I'm a god, I crush this shit in my palm
FNH with murder cases, little n***a don't cross the line
'98 Bulls n***a
Test me, better have that tool with ya
So don't be nobody's fool n***a
Play n***as off like Bryon Russell, give hoes the flu n***a

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