{Lyrics} (Verse 1) Number one draft pick, fantastic Finish in the lane through any kinda traffic Drose coming 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 better run 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 it Comin 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 D him, So damn 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