Righteous and Ratchet
I came from the sand, that's my holy land
Over stand, you can die for a open hand
Niggas turn stone-cold, start throwin' cans
They gon' show you no heart if you owing, man
I control my band like Axel, I rose to stand
We thick as the Corleone, fam
Like OnlyFans you fucked off
Then it's shown on cam
We righteous in a broken land
Quit all of that chittin' and all of that chattin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
See, bitches be talkin', but bitches be cappin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Hey, hey (aye, baw, aye)
We keep it righteous and ratchet
I came from the bottom, where people are starving
We keep it righteous and ratchet
So what the fuck you call that
They all cap like a top hat
So fuck a Nick, I want all that
You niggas all wack
Fuck the game, take it all back
Don't you know I came from all scraps?
I came from humble beginnings
So tell them fuck it, I'm winnin'
And if the land full of snakes, I got a tounge full of venom
There's an army in the village, better run or run with it
Scru face the general, EZ the fuckin lieutenant
Let's get it
Similar situation, I'm killin all you pussies 'cause I'm lyrically amazin'
I'm billin' y'all like bushes of blue faces on my stack, homie
Give a fuck where you from or at, homie- bah!
Send me your addy, we pullin' up now
Send me the addy, we pullin' up now
Fuck up your block and we running you down
Now you got murder murder on the call
Who fuckin' testing dialing on the ringer
We gon' run the exit, driving in a sprinter
We the SMS-ter signed and re-delivered
Like your homie's rest in peace T-shirt
I ain't playin', y'all can get beat worse
I'm stepping twice 'til my feet hurt
I'm stepping twice 'til my feet hurt, quit-
Chittin' and all of that chattin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
See, bitches be talkin', but bitches be cappin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Hey, hey
We keep it righteous and ratchet
I came from the bottom, where people are starving
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Shit'll get 'stanged up in a demon whip
Got the Cain cup that a fiend can sip
A brother able to lettin' the evil get another thang fucked
She feel the semen drippin' on down to her poor little soul
To y'all she a angel, but none of you know
Y'all gettin' boo'd up while thinkin' she righteous
But she hit me up and she begged for the pole!
So ready and go, I done said it before
If they snakes like Medusa, let's set it in stone
I done some things that the Reverend don't know
I go some secrets that's never gon' show
'Cause if they get out they gon' kick in my house
And I'll go in the bay where the pelicans go
'Cause the posse be like a hockey team
Got a stick, and with a semi, they pros
Like a mobster eating lobster with pasta
Just to stop us, you gon' need plenty options
Body armor, body guards, Kevin Costner
Fuck it I'mma pass the mic to my partner
Scru and I stompin' on heads like it's soccer
Deflatin' domes with these shells 'till they blanca
We launching Boeings to set up 'tu casa'
So get to home and then set up your start to quit all of that-
Chittin' and all of that chattin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
See, bitches be talkin' (aww), but bitches be cappin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Hey (baw), hey (aye)
We keep it righteous and ratchet
I came from the bottom, where people are starving
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Over stand, you can die for a open hand
Niggas turn stone-cold, start throwin' cans
They gon' show you no heart if you owing, man
I control my band like Axel, I rose to stand
We thick as the Corleone, fam
Like OnlyFans you fucked off
Then it's shown on cam
We righteous in a broken land
Quit all of that chittin' and all of that chattin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
See, bitches be talkin', but bitches be cappin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Hey, hey (aye, baw, aye)
We keep it righteous and ratchet
I came from the bottom, where people are starving
We keep it righteous and ratchet
So what the fuck you call that
They all cap like a top hat
So fuck a Nick, I want all that
You niggas all wack
Fuck the game, take it all back
Don't you know I came from all scraps?
I came from humble beginnings
So tell them fuck it, I'm winnin'
And if the land full of snakes, I got a tounge full of venom
There's an army in the village, better run or run with it
Scru face the general, EZ the fuckin lieutenant
Let's get it
Similar situation, I'm killin all you pussies 'cause I'm lyrically amazin'
I'm billin' y'all like bushes of blue faces on my stack, homie
Give a fuck where you from or at, homie- bah!
Send me your addy, we pullin' up now
Send me the addy, we pullin' up now
Fuck up your block and we running you down
Now you got murder murder on the call
Who fuckin' testing dialing on the ringer
We gon' run the exit, driving in a sprinter
We the SMS-ter signed and re-delivered
Like your homie's rest in peace T-shirt
I ain't playin', y'all can get beat worse
I'm stepping twice 'til my feet hurt
I'm stepping twice 'til my feet hurt, quit-
Chittin' and all of that chattin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
See, bitches be talkin', but bitches be cappin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Hey, hey
We keep it righteous and ratchet
I came from the bottom, where people are starving
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Shit'll get 'stanged up in a demon whip
Got the Cain cup that a fiend can sip
A brother able to lettin' the evil get another thang fucked
She feel the semen drippin' on down to her poor little soul
To y'all she a angel, but none of you know
Y'all gettin' boo'd up while thinkin' she righteous
But she hit me up and she begged for the pole!
So ready and go, I done said it before
If they snakes like Medusa, let's set it in stone
I done some things that the Reverend don't know
I go some secrets that's never gon' show
'Cause if they get out they gon' kick in my house
And I'll go in the bay where the pelicans go
'Cause the posse be like a hockey team
Got a stick, and with a semi, they pros
Like a mobster eating lobster with pasta
Just to stop us, you gon' need plenty options
Body armor, body guards, Kevin Costner
Fuck it I'mma pass the mic to my partner
Scru and I stompin' on heads like it's soccer
Deflatin' domes with these shells 'till they blanca
We launching Boeings to set up 'tu casa'
So get to home and then set up your start to quit all of that-
Chittin' and all of that chattin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
See, bitches be talkin' (aww), but bitches be cappin'
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Hey (baw), hey (aye)
We keep it righteous and ratchet
I came from the bottom, where people are starving
We keep it righteous and ratchet
Credits
Writer(s): Clinton Ohamara, Darrel Ofodirinwa, Ezekiel Miller
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