Song Details: the ritual Song is sung by Ken Carson. The song is from the album “xperiment”.
the ritual Lyrics
[Intro]
(Ein in this motherfucker)
(Yeah, you know it)
You know what this shit ’bout (YVL)
‘Bout that motherfucking money, you know (Young Vamp)
[Chorus]
Chains and watches, the trap hibachi (Yeah)
Cooked the brick right in front of my posse (Yeah)
I can’t go without it (Yeah), I’m gettin’ withdrawals, I need me an Oxy’ (Ya Dig)
I don’t pop no roxy (Nah), if I pop a Perc’, it’s an RP 10
Might spark up my gin (Yeah), I’m fuckin a ten and go back to her friends (Oh yeah)
Got a new bitch I’m seein’ (Yeah), I’m whippin’ a Rolls, I could’ve went Benz (Yeah)
I could’ve went Maybach (Yeah), my mama told me, “Don’t sell dope where you lay at”
I’m wherever the K at, and these hoes gon’ bе wherever thе money goes
So I stand on my tippy toes, you usin’ my face, I wish you residuals
Okay, this a ritual, I remember that hater like I was invisible
I remember you hated, now you just a fan, bitch, you should’ve waited
I swear ain’t nobody hit my phone until I made it
I swear everybody butt, ain’t no other young nigga to fill
But I can’t lose our old ways, find a way to prevail
I told my bitch she at her best, yeah, when she naked
My ex still holdin’ onto my heart, it’s hard to replace it
I told you it was gon’ be hard to fill the void
Now you wanna act like you mine, girl, I’m not yours
[Verse]
Locked in, busy, I got no time payin’ back what you wasted
I been getting older, I been working on my patience
Codeine soda, I swear I can’t put down the cup
Niggas on my dick, coppin’ my swag, but they can’t keep up
Big gas, big smoke make ya choke, that’s how you know that’s real
Big ’cause these niggas, them see rollin’ up, I’m still in the field
Right before the money and blowin’ gas, had them hoes on me still
But I got a whiff of fame, man, your true colors are real
Can’t let you play with my name, I stand on ten of our hills
If you throw a rock and hide yo’ head, I’m takin’ off yo’ head
I pop fashion, diamonds, it’s not Ralph Lauren, it’s great
Chains and watches, ha, you know how I’m poppin’, you know how I’m playin’
[Pre-Chorus]
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
[Chorus]
Chains and watches, the trap hibachi (Ha, ha)
Cooked the brick right in front of my posse (Ha, ha)
I can’t go without it, I’m gettin’ withdrawals, I need me an Oxy’ (Ha, ha)
I don’t pop no roxy (Ha), if I pop a Perc’, it’s an RP 10
Might spark up my gin (Yeah), I’m fuckin a ten and go back to her friends (Oh yeah)
Got a new bitch I’m seein’ (Yeah), I’m whippin’ a Rolls, I could’ve went Benz (Yeah)
I could’ve went Maybach (Yeah), my mama told me, “Don’t sell dope where you lay at”
I’m wherever the K at, and these hoes gon’ be wherever the money goes
So I stand on my tippy toes (Yeah), you usin’ my face, I wish you residuals
Okay, this a ritual, I remember that hater like I was invisible
I remember you hated, now you just a fan, bitch, you should’ve waited
I swear ain’t nobody hit my phone until I made it
I swear everybody butt, ain’t no other young nigga to fill
But I can’t lose our old ways, find a way to prevail, yeah
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