Letra The rite Ransom.

The rite

Prayin' over bricks, blessings on the stove, uh
Prayin' over bricks, blessings on the s... uh
Let's get it, nigga
Woo
We gon' take 'em to church on this one
Yeah

I'm tryna be righteous, but still?the?same?sinner (Yes)
I'm comfortable?in my skin,?I'm tryin' to win
Stayin' mellow, shootin' these game-winners (Swish)
Here's food for thought: I give your brain dinner, lame nigga
I made a killin' from May to June and came back the same winter (Woo)
You outta choices when that pain in ya (Uh-huh)
I'm hearin' voices when that flame flicker
I preach to these 'caine flippers
Yeah, I give 'em hell preachin'
Make sure that they ain't sellin' shit on your corner
That's the Odell treatment (haha)
That heroin, I used to sell frequent
It had some evil aura, I didn't do well sleepin' (Nah)
Nightmares of me up in a cell weepin', woke up to a swell weekend (We up)
My life is sweeter than Pernell's defense, yeah
Boy, in this hood, I swear I did it all
I'm lookin' like that nigga that beat up Dough 'cause of Ricky's ball
Life is a gamble, can you risk it all'
Lifers in shambles, pass the fentanyl, some weed and a brick of raw
The reason you rich or poor (Why?)
That's when you not as willing (Real shit)
They close the door, come back and buy the building (Real shit)
Yeah, you holdin' raw, put it inside the ceiling
Them people comin', I just got the feeling
I just got the feeling

Prayin' over bricks, blessings on the stove
The flame is on a six, let's put them lessons on a scroll, amen
Yeah, amen, amen, yeah
Wah

In the kitchen goin' wild
I rinse it out, I stretch it out
The names of lames they screamin' 'bout
I seen them same type of niggas drown in a drought
They was in and out
Ask my mama 'bout that night she found four-hundred thou'
My young boy out the Rubicon roof with the forty cal
The fed cameras on
Once they dancin' on your phone, you know the damage done
We were sprayin' for a thousand grams of raw
Now the Aventador outside, all praise the Lamb' of God
I knew I would be legend jumpin' off the porch
Fly that 911 Porsche, chicken, lemon-pepper sauce
Dump the water out and scrape the extras off
So many bricks, I'm like, "I'll cook the rest tomorrow"
And if heaven got a kitchen
I'll be in that bitch dancin' on the stove like New Edition

Prayin' over bricks, blessings on the stove
The flame is on a six, let's put them lessons on a scroll, amen
Yeah, amen, amen
Prayin' over bricks, blessings on the stove
The flame is on a six, let's put them lessons on a scroll, amen
Yeah, amen, amen, yeah