Ratchet & Righteous - Cantrell, Grip

I like my gold with a lot of Jesus on it

Like my soul with a little Steven on it

With na’an bit of easy on it

Mackin' like I’m leanin' on it, like in Pisa on it (Yeah)

Nah I don’t feel pressure fold no never

Preaching this free shit til the people own it

Double enten, cook wontun run up the funds (Yeah Yeah)

Obi Wan, swing my wand, she say I’m the one (Yeah Yeah)

Pullin' up with the Midas

Know the aura be the brightest

See it clear if you beside us

Know that we (Uhn)

Ratchet and righteous

I know how they like it

This shit so exciting it might start a riot

They hate when you poppin but love when you quiet

But we make God moves nigga we might start riot (Aye)

We ratchet and righteous

We ratchet and righteous

We ratchet and righteous

I know how they like it

We ratchet and righteous

We ratchet and righteous

We ratchet and righteous

I know how they like it

(Yeah… look)

Niggas be bitch made, inside Wesley, whip on Kente

We be AK, ARs, bibles, niggas be switchblade

Do no dates till the rent paid, no complaining till the tithes in

Either way you gon' Noah ‘bout it when the boy drop and that tide in

Got a bad chick in a Benz with me but it ain’t mine, see my manager

We ain’t gotta pull a phantom up, we don’t do it for the cameras

Last year was a tough one but Herod couldn’t damage us

Treated me like I ain’t said enough, bound to drown if you can’t adjust They

ain’t the real deal like Bernie Mac and Samuel

I’m the real deal

I got soul man and that’s real spill

Niggas say that I ain’t work enough, but them dudes?

They ain’t paying bills

Wanna talk about practice, but I’m the answer

Really I…

(Yeah)

Ratchet and righteous

With a strap and a mic I adapted to crisis

Now I rap I’m the nicest

Hell I wish I was that good at tacklin' vices

‘Cause I spend without askin' the prices (what else?)

Me, my niggas, all back where the dice is

Pay my taxes?

I might just

Uncle Sam ain’t been gettin' his fractions and slices

What you know about sacrifice?

A nigga’s had to make the sacks suffice

Apple Jacks for yo appetite

Tthe main dish like an appetizer

Make shit makeshift, black McGiver

Hand on a stack of bible

I ain’t change up on a rack’s arrival

I just went and got more hand straps and rifles (why?)

‘Cause outside is the black survival

I got a stick I call it my staff

It hit it’ll cause more than scabs

Split a headpiece like the Red Sea

Therefore any beef is dead meat

I walk on water that’s drip on my Feet

Could heal the crippled with Grip on the beat

Love life, live, and repeat

Love life, live…

Ratchet and righteous

I know how they like it

This shit so exciting it might start a riot

They hate when you poppin but love when you quiet

But we make God moves nigga we might start riot (Aye)

We ratchet and righteous

We ratchet and righteous

We ratchet and righteous

I know how they like it

We ratchet and righteous

We ratchet and righteous

We ratchet and righteous

I know how they like it

(Yeah… look)