[Intro]
It's not a performance, it's a ritual (It's a ritual)
[Verse 1: AZ & Conway the Machine]
When I rhyme, it's like the city is mines
Play who? No label ain't give me a dime
Came through like if you grateful, this how you really should shine
Flooded Jesus in that grey coupe at the grittiest times
They know me, since '96, wrist was lit with a Rollie
Speak of bricks, been in the mix, ain't shit you can show me
A king occasionally seen, stay in the wings
The success'll be when you closer with folks sprayin' them things
In new Celine, the Louis mask over thе grill
Do the math, ain't gotta ask, nigga holdin' for real
The omеn is sealed, I'm pardoned, back sucker duckin' and dodgin'
Fire spitter, who could fuck with the arson?
I'm neutral, never frugal, salute you if the feelin' is mutual
Play cuckoo, niggas comin to roof you
The true school, the vet and the Ghost involved
Out of respect, still connect with the older gods
It's no façade, I rep it, my style is perfected and epic (Yeah)
Not a blemish, let me finish my breakfast (Brrt, uh)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine & Lil Wayne]
Look what I did with the pot, look what I did to the block
Bust the Presi band, fuck it, look what I did to the watch (Hahaha)
Look what I did for the game, look what I did when I dropped
My album kicked in the door niggas thought was forever locked
I woke them niggas up out they sleep (Hah?)
Bum-ass niggas was goin' broke in the projects tryna figure out how they gon' eat (Ha)
See how they gon' speak on me, they know I'm constantly bodyin' beats
Best to come out of the East since 'Bron in '03 (Talk to 'em)
Machine inspired y'all, I fired off first
The last year numbers alone, I can retire off merch (Facts)
My jacket is Pyer Moss, uh, diamond cross
They say I'm a risin' star, the PJ to fly across Earth (Uh-huh)
These are the perks, require hard work, but I acquired more worth
My niggas built the empire off perch (Woo)
That's fish and my niggas had bricks of it (Ah)
Fuck this rap shit, we still good for cookin' pies like a brick oven
Rick Owens trench on, my wrist flooded (Hah?)
Put that drip on and your bitch love it
Goyard prints all on my bitch luggage (Talk your shit, king)
My neck lookin' like I did Will Smith numbers
I'm gon' be runnin' shit the next six summers (Brrt, uh), Machine
It's not a performance, it's a ritual (It's a ritual)
[Verse 1: AZ & Conway the Machine]
When I rhyme, it's like the city is mines
Play who? No label ain't give me a dime
Came through like if you grateful, this how you really should shine
Flooded Jesus in that grey coupe at the grittiest times
They know me, since '96, wrist was lit with a Rollie
Speak of bricks, been in the mix, ain't shit you can show me
A king occasionally seen, stay in the wings
The success'll be when you closer with folks sprayin' them things
In new Celine, the Louis mask over thе grill
Do the math, ain't gotta ask, nigga holdin' for real
The omеn is sealed, I'm pardoned, back sucker duckin' and dodgin'
Fire spitter, who could fuck with the arson?
I'm neutral, never frugal, salute you if the feelin' is mutual
Play cuckoo, niggas comin to roof you
The true school, the vet and the Ghost involved
Out of respect, still connect with the older gods
It's no façade, I rep it, my style is perfected and epic (Yeah)
Not a blemish, let me finish my breakfast (Brrt, uh)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine & Lil Wayne]
Look what I did with the pot, look what I did to the block
Bust the Presi band, fuck it, look what I did to the watch (Hahaha)
Look what I did for the game, look what I did when I dropped
My album kicked in the door niggas thought was forever locked
I woke them niggas up out they sleep (Hah?)
Bum-ass niggas was goin' broke in the projects tryna figure out how they gon' eat (Ha)
See how they gon' speak on me, they know I'm constantly bodyin' beats
Best to come out of the East since 'Bron in '03 (Talk to 'em)
Machine inspired y'all, I fired off first
The last year numbers alone, I can retire off merch (Facts)
My jacket is Pyer Moss, uh, diamond cross
They say I'm a risin' star, the PJ to fly across Earth (Uh-huh)
These are the perks, require hard work, but I acquired more worth
My niggas built the empire off perch (Woo)
That's fish and my niggas had bricks of it (Ah)
Fuck this rap shit, we still good for cookin' pies like a brick oven
Rick Owens trench on, my wrist flooded (Hah?)
Put that drip on and your bitch love it
Goyard prints all on my bitch luggage (Talk your shit, king)
My neck lookin' like I did Will Smith numbers
I'm gon' be runnin' shit the next six summers (Brrt, uh), Machine
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