Ransom, 38 Spesh - Rituals lyrics

Yeah, that's well done if
You said it’s beef, instead of grief
We passed our tests
It's time that you met a piece (Blapp)
Used to be a nightmare
Countin' bodies instead of sheep
Just got my dream job, but ironically
Now I never sleep
Here, pull up a better seat (Come on)
Get a close look at this game and
Claim you a set of cleats (Uh, huh)
Judge threw the book at a nigga
Look how I read the streets (Look at that)
Niggas think it’s war just because a
Nigga done said his piece
But I'm just tryna let it bе
Or, some hooded niggas be
Stormin' your gatеs crip Mac
Get a couple 5's drawn in your face
Often relate
This street shit is like walkin' in place
(It is) did time on that state farm
For you talkin' to Jake (I did)
Yeah, I'm top five when you
Talk to the greats (Okay)
But they ain't wanna see me eat
When they offered a plate
The type of a nigga that if we
Was hanging out and it’s late
And you left for home
I’ll hit you back to make sure if you safe
(Facts)
But at the same token, when that name spoken
Lames chokin' on their words ’cause I
Been linked to extortion and rapes
Nah, I close my eyes, see coffins and wakes
I'm not that guy to tell 'em
Lies that we all can embrace

I knew it from the start
Deep in the bones of my body from the
Blood that pumps fluid in my heart (Yes)
You could lose it in the dark (Uh, huh)
When you don't see the lights yet
Maneuver with the sharks, but
You don’t feel the bites yet (Nah)
On that deep end tryna swim with no life vest
Yeah, we movin' weight, but no light reps
Nah, when you that nigga, who you listen to?
You might have copped a brick or two
But you ain't know the rituals

Ayo, huh we aspired to be the richest plugs
No kiss and hugs, nigga, shoot at your hub
And tell him this is love
A ditch is dug, I'm a illegitimate thug
Feds want me pinched
My studio called crib is bugged
Another nigga that ain't fit the glove
That mean the evidence presented is not
Enough to convince a judge
I send a hit, get the witness plugged
Listen bruh
I was givin' slugs, getting rich
Sellin' vicious drugs
I'm in the section next to Mr rugs
When I sit in clubs
I drink a whole bottle and
Give your bitch the suds
I don't care if you Crip or Blood
This blue steel will make your whole clique
Drip blood 'till it's a flood
I got rich off pitchin' bud seven bedrooms
Four and a half baths with expensive tubs
Nigga, this is what ambition does
I put a brick in the door and the dash
But I don't deliver grub
Huh, niggas fiending from desperation
Mad I exceeded they expectations
Then they start singin'
Bringin' my team in investigations
But my shooters gon' handle
The cleanin' and restoration, nigga
Explanations was barely explained
I ain't get strong in the gym
I got strong from carrying pain
Best believe I'm wearing these chains
This necklace came from having
Addresses in various names

Ayo, I'm cruisin' in the dark
But these rides drive themselves, my nigga
You see the amusement when it park
I do it from the art
And we don't take light bets
It's a gamble to make music from the heart
Huh
I told Daniel that I need two of each animal
Like I'm 'bout to use it for the ark
Huh, when you that nigga, who you listen to?
You might have sold a brick or two
But you don't know the rituals, nigga