98' Bulls (feat. M.I Abaga & A-Q)

Don't say you love me unless you really mean it

M, we the 98 Bulls, what's better than us?

A few veteran clutch players with a gentleman's touch

We walk into arenas, feel the adrenaline rush

When Loose make up his mind, you can't get him to budge

When Q is in the room, yeah, there'd better be budgets

He a Carmelo type of fellow, be leavin' you nuggets

LL Cool J hat-game been givin' you buckets

The bank account is Irish, the money be doublin'

So like, I'm 23, I agree I'm a higher bein'

Like my vertical's 48, like I carry entire teams

Like your jazz cannot do me nothin' or stop me acquirin' rings

This is God's plan, ****, He gave M.I wings

The industry was prejudicial 'cause they saw that I was different right from the initial

Michael, M.I, Jordan, Jude Air Abaga, it's official

There's really no competition

My grip on the game, cock it and then teach you a whole epistle

Ring number six comin', put it above where the rollies hit you

Waited for this moment and loose, man, bro, it fits you

These other rappers are just fans bein' phoney with you

They're stans who see the distance and so they diss you

Japanese kicks, we know jujitsu

Dennis Michael and Scottie, we're the invincibles

What's the point of makin' points if they're not decimals?

We got no interest in that, it's just the principle

Yeah, this is my second three-peat, the first with Jagz and Ice

I work while you eat, sleep, tweet

You don't hear us comin', no beep, beep

'Cause we never rest so when we win, it's with clean sheets, ****, ah

98 Bulls, the white elephant's in the room

You can't see me, bro, set up a meetin' on Zoom

White-collar slash blue-collar, I'm in the room

Leavin' my footprints on white sand on the moon

Skinny **** lookin' bummy in them oversized clothes

Paintin' nails, lookin' funny like some overpriced hoes

Colored hair, lookin' like they're homeless at their own shows

Snortin' white lines and got the wrong dose, long throats

Omo, they're really mad at the come up

How the numbers gettin' run up, I'm playin' with Jordan ones, yup

And it became personal with me and

Personally, I'm the machine with the drum work

Jonzin' around here, I pull the rug out on ya

Better bounce, you stand a better chance goin' pop, let the cheddar count

Pull a few numbers and think you're me now, inspirin'

Try to walk in these shoes, Chocolate City is hirin'

Can't teach an old dog new tricks, bullshit

I'm number one in any era you, pick 23

Captain of my crew and the crew ship too sleek

It's honesty for me 'cause the loyalty got a loose grip

In the end, it's not how much you made, it's about the rings

Dennis Rodman **** put parties before the wins

Scottie Pippen **** put themselves before the team

Let's do this one more time before the fat lady sings

Ah, they greet me with a handshake and a Pound now

My name rings bells and they hear it in surround sound

The energy's different, you can tell them fix, they frown now

They must have heard I took they favorite girls straight to pound town

My wife won't like that

Since the crown, I made like 80 mill and now I'm right back

Jordan's laced up, 40 piece, they know I might snap

Y'all be scared of what we do next, see these delight slaps, ah

(How does he write that?)

I'm blessed with clarity of vision and super self-awareness

I know I'm bald, why concern me with hairnet?

In fairness, these **** ain't built the same, maybe I'm peerless

Or maybe it's the reflection in the mirror, you should fear less

Man, this shit obscene since 2017

Nobody on the scene could touch us, the Dream Team

We the 98 Bulls, at best y'all **** Utah

They say I'm Scottie Pippen, I say, "I'm better than you, sir"

So how y'all gon' beat the best wingman ever seen?

On the boards we keep it clean, this the greatest since Billie Jean

They can't play us or fade us, the winnin' streak is gettin' outrageous

The major's peepin' the status, brin' the bag tryna date us

Competition is nada, they rather wait till we scatter

The pockets is gettin' fatter, bitches is gettin' badder

My ring finger, they choke your own, see dust, the gather

Y'all lookin' like Karl Malone after the Jordan dagger, swish