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(Verse 1)
Number one draft pick, fantastic
Finish in the lane through any kinda traffic [bad word] through, muthaf*ckas askin
Pull up with the three, can he put it in the basket?
Such a raw talent, only 22
So amazed at the things that he can do
If you wanna catch him, homie [bad word] Never pull a dragic playin with the Suns
Throwin down the hammer, pose for the camera
Stacey King Poster, rollin like a coaster
Put you on skates for a minute, Crossover
Pass it off to Noah, never ever slow up
Old Baby Bulls and they now so grown up,
Yea we takin ova, dunkin like a donut
Really wanna stop him? Go ahead and try
Call him MVP, new hope of the Chi.

(Verse 2)
Triple OT win, big in Chicago
Joakim dunking, Rose blockin Rondo
Yellin at the U.C. , the whole city felt [bad word] for the Magic, we gunnin for the Celtics
Gotta double team him, maybe triple team him,
Still hit a three at the buzzer when you him,
So [bad word] fast that you can't even see him,
Do the kinda sh*t you have a hard time believing,
High as the ceiling...Look up, not a bird, not a plane
DRose be the name
No L.B.J, don't need D-Wade,
Don't need Chris Bosh jackin up jumpshots,
This is his team, lemme tell you one thing
Rose gets his before the Heat get one ring,
Gimme any takers, you can pick the lakers,
Bulls gon' win it, read about it in the papers. 

(Verse 3)
Yell it out so everybody knows! 
Young King of the Chi, you can call him DROSE!
And we gon' yell it every place that we go
The Bulls in town, better let somebody know