Conway the Machine - Ritual lyrics

[Intro] It's not a performance, it's a ritual [Verse 1: AZ] 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 sh*t you can show me A king occasionally seen, stay in the wings Success'll be when you closer, your folks sprayin' them things in [?] The Louis mask over the grill Do the math, ain't gotta ask, ni**a, hold 'em, for real Thе omen is sealed, I'm pardonеd Back su*ker duckin' and dodgin' Fire spitter, who could fu*k with the arson? I'm neutral, never frugal, salute you if the feelin' is mutual Play cuckoo? ni**as come and [?] you The true school, the vet and the ghost involved Out of respect, still connect with the older gods It's no facade, I rep it My style is perfectin' an epic Not a blemish, let me finish my breakfast [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Look what I did to the pot Look what I did to the block Bust the Presi band, fu*k it, look what I did to the watch Look what I did for the game Look what I did when I dropped My album kicked in the door, ni**as thought was forever locked I woke them ni**as up out they sleep Bum ass ni**as was goin' broke in the Projects tryna figure out how they gon' eat 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 [?], 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 ni**as built the empire off perch (Wooo) That's fish and my ni**as had bricks of it fu*k this rap sh*t, we still good for cookin' pies like a brick oven Rick Orange trench on, my wrist flooded (Hah?) Put that drip on and your b*tch love it Blow y'all prints all on my b*tch luggage My neck lookin' like I did Will Smith numbers I'm gon' be runnin' sh*t the next six summers Machine [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh Okay All my blunts [?] skin I smell like pussy, money, weed, where is the insense? I like my drugs intense Make her pussy lips give my dick a hug and kiss Finger fu*k then fist I make love then cents I make her friends kiss But she don't let 'em kiss me, she make her friend sick I make money make money, I make ugly taste lovely I make money in my sleep and deposit what I wake up with Got the Draco on, the Gat with the longtail in the back I might break my arm pattin' my own self on the back Break the bank like I break the backboard, they call me Shaq The Feds tried to book me, found out that book was an Almanac Call me back tomorrow, baby, I'm busy, the work continues I eat rappers alive and ask for the dessert menu After the church, send you the casket and dirt hit you The Nina gon' give you head right after she flirt with you Wayne, ni**a Put some straightenin' on my name, ni**a Gang, ni**a My track record like a train, ni**a Young Money, let the moolah burn, drip like Lubriderm I was bumpin' AZ and The Firm when you was a worm, ni**a [Outro] It's not a performance, it's a ritual (It's a ritual)