The ritual Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full The ritual lyrics by Ken Carson from the album xperiment along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Possession and Get Rich, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro]
E in this motherfu*ker, you know it
You know what this s*it ’bout (YV)
‘Bout that motherfu*king money, you know (Young Vamp)

[Chorus]
Chains and watches (Chains and watches)
The trap hibachi, yeah
Cooked the brick right in front of my posse, yeah
I can’t go without it, yeah
Addicted to them drügs, I need me an Oxy’ (Addicted)
I don’t pop no Roxies (Nah)
Before if I pop a Perc’, it’s an RP 10
My balls on her chin, yeah
I fu*k her, then send that ho back to her friends (Oh, yeah)
Got a new b!tch I’m seeing, yeah
I’m whipping a Rolls, I could’ve went Benz (I’m whipping a Rolls)
I could’ve went Maybach, woah
My mama told me, “Don’t sell dope where you lay at”, woah
I’m wherеver the K at, yeah
And thеse hoes gon’ be wherever the money go, yeah
So I stand on my tippy-toes, yeah
When you see my face, I receive residual (What the fu*k?)
Okay, this a ritual, yeah
I remember they hated like I was invisible (What the fu*k?)
I remember you hated (Fu*k)
Now you just a fan, b!tch, you should’ve waited, yeah
I swear ain’t nobody hit my phone until I made it (Yeah, yeah)
I swear everybody waiting on a young n!gga to fail (Yeah, yeah)
But I can’t lose our old ways, find a way to prevail (What the fu*k?)
I told my b!tch she at her best, yeah, when she naked (What the fu*k?)
My ex still holding onto my heart, it’s hard to replace it, yeah
I told you it was gon’ be hard to fill the void
Now you wanna act like you mine, girl, I’m not yours

[Verse]
Locked in, busy, got no time, can’t let you waste it (What the fu*k?)

I been getting older, I been working on my patience (What the fu*k?)
Codeine soda, I swear I can’t put down the cup (What the fu*k?)
N!ggas on my d!ck, copy my swag, but they can’t keep up (What the fu*k?)
Big gas, big smoke, make you choke, that’s how you know that it’s real (Cough, cough)
Big coat, it’s negative zero and I’m still in the field, yeah
Way before the money and blonde dreads, had them hoes on me still, yeah
But I got a whiff of fame and your true colors reveal
Can’t let you play with my name, I stand on ten over heel, yeah
If you throw a rock and hide your hand, I’m taking off your head, yeah
I pop fashion garments, this not Ralph Lauren, this Grailed (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Chains and watches, ha, you know how I pop it, you know how I play it

[Bridge]
Ha, ha
Ha, ha

[Chorus]
Chains and watches (Ha, ha)
The trap hibachi (Ha)
Cooked the brick right in front of my posse (Ha)
I can’t go without it (Ha)
Addicted to them drügs, I need me an Oxy’ (Ha, ha)
I don’t pop no Roxies (Nah)
Before if I pop a Perc’, it’s an RP 10, woah
My balls on her chin, yeah
I fu*k her, then send that ho back to her friends (Oh, yeah)
Got a new b!tch I’m seeing, yeah
I’m whipping a Rolls, I could’ve went Benz, yeah
I could’ve went Maybach, yeah
My mama told me, “Don’t sell dope where you lay at”
I’m wherever the K at
And these hoes gon’ be wherever the money go
So I stand on my tippy-toes, yeah
When you see my face, I receive residual
Okay, this a ritual (Ritual)
I remember they hated like I was invisible, woah
I remember you hated, woah
Now you just a fan, b!tch, you should’ve waited, woah
I swear ain’t nobody hit my phone until I made it, woah
I swear everybody waiting on a young n!gga to fail, yeah
But I can’t lose our old ways, find a way to prevail, yeah