6 Rings

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 6 rings I'm a champion

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 fucking 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 fucking 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!

Who the f**k is you talking to? Nigga 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 bullshit, call about it, Willy said he southpaw

And I murder for the squad like an outlaw

Everything that I say coming out raw

Plenty niggas 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 shit

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