Ritual
(专辑: Doe Or Die II - 2021)
It's not a
performance, it's a
ritual (It's a
ritual) [AZ (Conway the
Machine):] When I
rhyme, it's like the
city is mines Play who? No label ain't give me a
dime Came through like if you grateful, this how you really should shine Flooded Jesus in that grey coupe at the
grittiest times They know me, since '96, wrist was lit with a
Rollie Speak of bricks, been in the
mix, ain't shit you can show me A
king occasionally seen, stay in the
wings Success'll be when you closer, your folks spraying them things In new Celine, the
Louis mask over the
grill Do the
math, ain't gotta ask, nigga hold 'em for real The
omen is sealed, I'm pardoned Back, sucker ducking and dodging Fire spitter, who could fuck with the
arson? I'm neutral, never frugal, salute you if the
feeling is mutual Play cuckoo, niggas comin to roof you The
true school, the
vet and the
Ghost involved Out of respect, still connect with the
older gods It's no façade, I
rep it, my style is perfected and epic (Yeah) Not a
blemish, let me finish my breakfast (Brrr, uh) [Conway the
Machine:] Look what I
did with the
pot, look what I
did to the
block Bust the
Presi band, fuck it, look what I
did to the
watch (Hahaha) Look what I
did for the
game, look what I
did when I
dropped My album kicked in the
door niggas thought was forever locked I
woke them niggas up out they sleep (Hah?) Bum ass niggas was going broke in the
projects tryna figure out how they gon' eat (Ha) See how they gon' speak on me, they know I'm constantly bodying beats Best to come out of the
East since 'Bron in '03 (Talk to 'em) Machine inspired y'all, I
fired off first The
last year numbers alone, I
can retire off merch (Facts) My jacket is Pyer Moss, uh, diamond cross They say I'm a
rising star, the
PJ to fly across Earth (Uh-huh) These are the
perks, require hard work but I
acquired more worth My niggas built the
empire off perch (Wooo) That's fish and my niggas had bricks of it (Ah) Fuck this rap shit, we still good for cooking pies like a
brick oven Rick Owens trench on, my wrist flooded (Hah?) Put that drip on and your bitch love it Goyard prints all on my bitch luggage (Talk your shit, king) My neck looking like I
did Will Smith numbers I'm gon' be running shit the
next six summers (Brrr) Machine [Lil Wayne:] Uh, okay, all my blunts thin-skinned I
smell like pussy, money, weed, where is the
incense? I
like my drugs intense Make her pussy lips give my dick a
hug and kiss Finger fuck then fist I
make love then sense, I
make her friends kiss But she don't let 'em kiss me, she make her friend sick I
make money make money, I
make ugly taste lovely I
make money in my sleep and deposit what I
wake up with Got the
Draco on, the
gat with the
longtail in the
back I
might break my arm patting my own self on the
back Break the
bank like I
break the
backboard, they call me Shaq The
Feds tried to book me, found out that book was an Almanac Call me back tomorrow, baby, I'm busy, the
work continues I
eat rappers alive and ask for the
dessert menu After the
church, send you the
casket and dirt hit you The
Nina gon' give you head right after she flirt with you Wayne, nigga, put some straightening on my name, nigga Gang, nigga, my track record like a
train, nigga Young Money, let the
moolah burn, drip like Lubriderm I
was bumping AZ and The
Firm when you was a
worm, nigga It's not a
performance, it's a
ritual (It's a
ritual)