Rings
What's the point of being the MVP
If you don't even make the playoffs?
What's the fun in having money
If you're the only one you know with it?
I mean, I ran ahead a little bit
So the team could eat
Now I gotta kick it down
So I'ma let the homies get some (let's go)
Coulda been the man but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather rule the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
Okay, it's difficult letting your ego starve (yes)
And my ego's large, like a 3 ton barge (it's big)
I roll with the talented tenth and we go hard
If we follow the game plan brother we go far (let's go)
That selfishness is the devil that's how we gon' starve (uh huh)
If I catch you hatin' your homie that's when we gon' part (bye)
I had game since Shuttlesworth (Shuttlesworth)
Game since Pole Position makin' those peddles work (yeah)
North Philly kid they told me that it would never work (huh?)
My oldhead said keep your head low duck bullets and 5-0
On the corner Badlands yellin' bajando (bajando)
Narcs wrong wayin' down the block in the Tahoe, see
I was tryna get that MVP, (uh huh)
Now I'm dishin' 'oops out like I'm CP3 (get that)
I ain't worried bout the stat sheet I'm focused on the win
Got the pieces to the puzzle so the team going in, let's go
Coulda been the man but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather rule the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
So now the cynicism, is a mechanism, for the winning system
And the drive to win is missin' in 'em, so forget 'em winning
The mysticism is defined by what you'd risk to get it
So switch ya pivot, and then whatever's left you give 'em
Been given wisdom by Ciz and every citizen in
A good position, it's a blessing I connected with 'em
See it different check the lenses on the focals
To reach the limit it depends on who gon' coach you (that's so true)
We was in it for the end result
If they was in it for the money they would sell they soul
This hellish road is not for the faint of heart
You soft fam better wake up and smell the roses
To each his own
Dig deep and go to new heights you couldn't reach alone
Even though you keep praying for the downfall
We keep winning rings without yall, now let's go
Coulda been the man but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather rule the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
Look around the league now, these niggas team hopping (like what)
They don't make em like the 80's no more (at all)
I don't really feel these rappers no more
They can give you 16's every night, but I'm averaging more
Listen, you can call me Larry Jabbar
I can shoot or I can hook it (ah)
I gauge that simply by how you looking (right)
That corny shit hereditary (what), your father suck (suck)
Either I'm too old for the dumb shit or I'm out of touch (what else)
I hear niggas talking, they eyes they not as tough (at all)
That liquid courage get you shot quicker, so bottoms up (take a shot)
I'm from a place if you creep when you ridin' up
It's a youngin with a pound on that side of your driver's truck
Shit is real nigga (nigga)
You 'bout your math you can build with us (with us)
The fake gon' roll the real niggas still with us (right)
Other than God there's nothing I fear
I'm cut from that old cloth I'm Tim Duncan out here
That's five rings nigga
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
If you don't even make the playoffs?
What's the fun in having money
If you're the only one you know with it?
I mean, I ran ahead a little bit
So the team could eat
Now I gotta kick it down
So I'ma let the homies get some (let's go)
Coulda been the man but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather rule the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
Okay, it's difficult letting your ego starve (yes)
And my ego's large, like a 3 ton barge (it's big)
I roll with the talented tenth and we go hard
If we follow the game plan brother we go far (let's go)
That selfishness is the devil that's how we gon' starve (uh huh)
If I catch you hatin' your homie that's when we gon' part (bye)
I had game since Shuttlesworth (Shuttlesworth)
Game since Pole Position makin' those peddles work (yeah)
North Philly kid they told me that it would never work (huh?)
My oldhead said keep your head low duck bullets and 5-0
On the corner Badlands yellin' bajando (bajando)
Narcs wrong wayin' down the block in the Tahoe, see
I was tryna get that MVP, (uh huh)
Now I'm dishin' 'oops out like I'm CP3 (get that)
I ain't worried bout the stat sheet I'm focused on the win
Got the pieces to the puzzle so the team going in, let's go
Coulda been the man but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather rule the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
So now the cynicism, is a mechanism, for the winning system
And the drive to win is missin' in 'em, so forget 'em winning
The mysticism is defined by what you'd risk to get it
So switch ya pivot, and then whatever's left you give 'em
Been given wisdom by Ciz and every citizen in
A good position, it's a blessing I connected with 'em
See it different check the lenses on the focals
To reach the limit it depends on who gon' coach you (that's so true)
We was in it for the end result
If they was in it for the money they would sell they soul
This hellish road is not for the faint of heart
You soft fam better wake up and smell the roses
To each his own
Dig deep and go to new heights you couldn't reach alone
Even though you keep praying for the downfall
We keep winning rings without yall, now let's go
Coulda been the man but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather rule the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
Look around the league now, these niggas team hopping (like what)
They don't make em like the 80's no more (at all)
I don't really feel these rappers no more
They can give you 16's every night, but I'm averaging more
Listen, you can call me Larry Jabbar
I can shoot or I can hook it (ah)
I gauge that simply by how you looking (right)
That corny shit hereditary (what), your father suck (suck)
Either I'm too old for the dumb shit or I'm out of touch (what else)
I hear niggas talking, they eyes they not as tough (at all)
That liquid courage get you shot quicker, so bottoms up (take a shot)
I'm from a place if you creep when you ridin' up
It's a youngin with a pound on that side of your driver's truck
Shit is real nigga (nigga)
You 'bout your math you can build with us (with us)
The fake gon' roll the real niggas still with us (right)
Other than God there's nothing I fear
I'm cut from that old cloth I'm Tim Duncan out here
That's five rings nigga
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I'm tryna win me a ring
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried about stats, I'm tryna win me a ring
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Walker, Carl E Mccormick, Domenic Giovanni Zarrella, Courtney Lamar Carroll
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