THE RiTUAL

I’m bout to run my city like a marathon
'05 Knoxville Track Club with my spikes on
These niggas claimed they hot, so we just play along
This section natives only, y’all just run along
Hood niggas mix with hipsters at my shows
Hard copies, I’ll deliver call my phone
This shit feel like Tyson in '88
I’m back in Knox Vegas making weight
Man this another hit, they know my lyrics
If it ain’t about chief panda, I don’t hear it
These dropping songs, well damn who listened
CUTLASS locked shit down just like San Quentin
Woke up this morning
Hit my knees and I thanked GOD
Yeah, yeah, let’s get this money
Shit I can sleep when I die, yeah nigga
I’m talking Franklins
And them digits, they nver lie
Young niggas paranoid
Fill up on gas, it keep us high, cloud 9
This for my hittas who bout it
Fuck you niggas who doubted
This for th panda, we got it
Promise, can’t nobody stop it
This for my hittas who bout it
Fuck you niggas who doubted
This for the panda, we got it
Promise, can’t nobody stop it
Keep hustling, til I can skip introductions
Buzzing, light years ahead fuck your discussions
Fuck it, I might call Nina to your temple
Stick up an A&R, okay its simple
Man, one they’ll understand my plans
In layman’s terms turn my peers into fans
She study, I test it
Might let her touch, if she keep begging
Strike iron, she pressing
GOD, we do not wait round on weddings
Onyx is going down
Moonwalk on ceilings now
Shake like she lost her spine
Pole climbing, no jungle bars
Drop slow, she sliding down
Split when she hit the ground
Okay, you got it, just take the crown
Lap dances, come unannounced
Woke up this morning
Hit my knees and I thanked GOD
Yeah, yeah, let’s get this money
Shit I can sleep when I die, yeah nigga
I’m talking Franklins
And them digits, they never lie
Young niggas paranoid
Fill up on gas, it keep us high, cloud 9
This for my hittas who bout it
Fuck you niggas who doubted
This for the panda, we got it
Promise, can’t nobody stop it
This for my hittas who bout it
Fuck you niggas who doubted
This for the panda, we got it
Promise, can’t nobody stop it
I thought it, I did it
This is not science fiction
Dropped CUTLASS, dropped bodies
The count rises, call a mortician
Hop out that limo, pockets got demos
Couch stomping with kinfolk in bubble
Trying bubble, slipped Drama a demo
Man this shit is not a club song
This that hate my mama crying, build a castle flow
This that fuck a 9 to 5, I need a office flow
They ain’t help me plant the seeds
But needing leaves when my trees grow
Okay, okay
Lying ass niggas keep on talking bout the shit
That they ain’t really living
Okay, okay
All I do is turn up on these tracks
Panda noise keep it trill and that’s tradition
Woke up this morning
Hit my knees and I thanked GOD
Yeah, yeah, let’s get this money
Shit I can sleep when I die, yeah nigga
I’m talking Franklins
And them digits, they never lie
Young niggas paranoid
Fill up on gas, it keep us high, cloud 9
They gone keep counting you out
Until its time to count up
They gone keep counting you out
Until its time to count up
Well count up, count up, ay