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Chasing rings, gold chains, and the plaques

Same ol thing nun changed going back

Don't gotta pose for the facts

Putting numbers on the board, ain't gotta check the stats

Chasing rings, gold chains, and the plaques

Same ol thing nun changed going back

Don't gotta pose for the facts

Putting numbers on the board, ain't gotta check the stats

Manifest what I want

Up at scary hours at the end of my blunt

Need some opal stones in a front

See a chance gotta jump

Blessed up need no luck

Yea, yea

Ain't gotta choice

Cause working towards retirement gon make me lose my poise

No sittin in the stands on the floor we making noise

Taylor Gang yellin out We Dem Boyz

Let's do some damage

Im levitating, my pulse racing, the timid vanished

Starting to see the bigger picture, the panorama

Busting out the frame on these niggas

No cuttin corners

I'm the sharper image hardly finished

Can't compare

Chasing rings, gold chains, and the plaques

Same ol thing nun changed going back

Don't gotta pose for the facts

Putting numbers on the board, ain't gotta check the stats

Chasing rings, gold chains, and the plaques

Same ol thing nun changed going back

Don't gotta pose for the facts

Putting numbers on the board, ain't gotta check the stats

I been tucked in the hideaway

Straight to the point Tim Hardaway

Blocked out any mistakes

It's a new take

Putting in broader days

Seeing results in all kinda ways

Blood sweat leaving it all on the floor

Can't get no worse, can't give no more

Bust out a celly

Preparation every day of the week

Just to make sure I'm ready

Don't know what shot gonna be for the ring