RITUAL

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't need a lifeline
Just tell me what your life’s like
I told you Imma be fine
I, I told you Imma be fine

[Chorus]
Told you Imma be fine
Beat the pussy up, yeah I'm fucking on the feline
She sitting on my face, told her take it for a quick ride
Shaq in the paint, going hard like the D-Line
She's getting on top and she told me it’s a delight
Never gon' drop off I'm staying on the top now
Dreams of an Island, so no time for sleep now
You'll never know my dreams 'cause I'll achieve them in a quick time
[Verse]
No distractions
Moonwalk in the bitch like Micheal Jackson
Ballin' on these hoes like Micheal in the past tense
Moving up the ladder, no snakes, all ashes
Have my Balenci on
Ye's bank account, I’m moving strong
Going off the top so I don’t right my wrongs
Giving me a chance and I'll take it all

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need a lifeline
Just tell me what your life's like
I told you Imma be fine
I, I told you Imma be fine

[Chorus]
Told you Imma be fine
Beat the pussy up, yeah I'm fucking on the feline
She sitting on my face, told her take it for a quick ride
Shaq in the paint, going hard like the D-Line
She's getting on top and she told me it’s a delight
Never gon' drop off I'm staying on the top now
Dreams of an Island, so no time for sleep now
You'll never know my dreams 'cause I'll achieve them in a quick time
[Outro]
Quick time, quick time
Fucking around
45 to my face taking all of the rounds
Making a list
Checking it twice
Act like two legends can not coincideVerse 1:
Time I be making the racks, 100 stacks
Just kidding they 10’s, it’s kinda cap
That’s what y’all be speaking, I speak the facts
I stay independent with no contracts
On sum Air Force energy and they blacks
They called me slim Jim because they know I’m a snack
Music explored the world, I’m the fucking map
Back with a new name, it’s the return of the Mack
Rockin the Nike shorts, no more slacks
Verse 1 (cont.):
Finna play the Knick knack slapping the patty to yo face whack, faked yo streams to 12,000 and you know yo music shit is wack, yo rapping sounding like you about to climax, I be smoking j’s and you look like you be smoking packs, comparing yo flows with mine you can’t match that, you tried dissing but failed and I laughed, you think I’m a broke ass, you now live in a motel flat, after talking shit now you can’t even clap back you fat bitch!

Verse 2:
Aight lemme lay back, I need to chill
Too much drama shit that I have spilled
Treat my brain with sum carboxyl pills
I make no checks, I be making bills
Rockin the ski mask but wearing no grills
Rappin on sum Detroit shit, no UK drill
AJ with the beats will make yo face look ill
My girl look like a milf, let’s go make a film
After that, we can go snack together and smoke some cereal milkThey're killing me when I'm fast asleep
I could kill you all