Ruby Rosary

Album: released as a single (2024)
Charted: 85
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  • Uh
    Know what I'm sayin', pretty nigga shit
    Jiggy nigga shit, nigga, (uh) fly nigga shit, nigga
    Since day one nigga shit, type shit, nigga (yeah)
    Trill, real nigga shit, in the field, nigga shit (uh)
    I ain't playin' with these niggas no more
    I ain't playin' with these bitches no more
    No, from now on, it's rose gold and rubies and pearls everything
    Everything, fuck is you talkin' 'bout, man? (Uh)
    Like, I don't know, niggas just didn't catch the fucking trajectory (uh-huh)
    Yeah

    Ruby stones on my rosary, champagne rose in pink (ha, ha)
    Ring around this rosey, niggas singin' like they ROSALIA (ha, huh?)
    All black stones, black-owned like I'm Jodeci (yeah)
    Funny how I birthed so many sons with no ovaries (yeah)
    Still fuck 12, fuck Jake, 5-0, oh, still fuck 12, fuck Jake, 5-0
    Ruby stones on my rosary, champagne gold, rose in pink
    Ring around the rosie, singin' like they ROSALIA
    All black stones, black-owned, bitch, I'm Jodeci
    I done kept my foot on niggas' necks way before police
    And it's still fuck 12, 5-0, four and three, two
    One time, comin' up the street, here they come (woo)
    And I got a laundry list of bitches I can't wait to see
    And I got a laundry list of niggas I can't wait to see
    Ruby stones on me like a rosary, champagne gold, rose in pink
    Ring around the rosie, ten man army, scared niggas tryna crow with me
    Nigga want smoke with me, tell him, "Push up, Hercules"
    Hercules, tell him push up, tell him pull up, thirty-three
    My mind obliques, tell 'em push up, ambulance on the scene

    Ruby stones on, click your feet, you're comin' home with me
    Take a load off, but, baby, don't be Dorothy

    Illest nigga alive, as a lil' guy, very deprived (uh)
    Took it in stride in conditions where I shouldn't survive
    Now I ride windows down with my foot on the side
    Barely could drive, all the doors suicide
    Like who dared me to die? (Uh)
    You a dead man walkin' like you barely alive
    Cut everything but the family ties (that's right)
    Cut the shit, cut the lies, word to the wise
    Who in your top five? (Fuck your top five)
    I don't get fresh to death, bitch, I'm buried alive
    I heard dawg talkin' funny like it's Family Guy
    Carin' for niggas like I'm Mary or Bob, made a promise to God
    Gotta strive when you marry the mob
    They ain't seen this drip since Rick The Ruler
    They done forced my hand, my shit is Rugers
    We don't wear Zara, shit don't suit us
    Every time they throw stones, I take 'em to my jeweler
    Ruby red rosary, skin lookin' coffee bean, berries on the coca leaf
    Smokin' on the potpourri, navy Bentley, mocha seats
    Never too close in reach, back home from overseas (uh)
    Jade stones, clover leaf
    Emeralds like Dorothy, yellow bricks on the feet (uh, uh)

    Ruby stones on, click your feet, you're comin' home with me
    Take a load off, but, baby, don't be Dorothy

    Hello, the world is tumblin' down
    I been chasin' my piece of the pussy, I just got the cookie, it's crumblin' now
    I'm startin' to think the judgement day they talkin' 'bout's comin' around
    Show money they throw up, is startin' to slow up, I bet that they humblin' now
    I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin' how a nigga gon' stretch these millions
    What happens when rappin' no longer matters?
    Can I still make a stack on my brilliance?
    I don't wanna go back to civilian status
    I'm an addict for comfort and doin' whatever I want to whenever I wanna
    I promised myself I would never feel hunger again
    So I'm here with this pen, lockin' the fuck back in
    I'm from a rough past, for a quick dollar they poppin' your hubcap rims
    Profit is just that slim
    I was a rugrat when we had it the toughest and I had a hunch back then
    That I was special, I gotta move careful 'cause niggas 'round here they don't wrestle
    No reason to tussle, reach down with a pistol, was down, so put one in your freckles
    He was talkin' that shit then he saw a lil' stick
    All of a sudden he feelin' forgetful
    Connected to God, I'm a vessel
    When they ask for the old you ignore 'em
    Goin' backwards is borin', bitch, and I'm not Michael Jordan, I don't do the retro
    Uh, ayy, tell 'em again like an echo
    My niggas ain't Greek, they pledgin' the streets
    They come through and kick in your backdoor
    Used to cut through this bitch with my hat low
    Now I ride through this bitch in the Batmobile
    See somethin' that's ill, come flow through the 'Ville
    Ain't too hard to tell who behind the wheel

    You rent somewhere, but I can live somewhere
    I been somewhere at least not like that there
    Live somewhere, I can live somewhere
    I been somewhere at least not like that there
    Ruby stones on me like a rosary
    Champagne gold, rose in pink, ring around the rosie Writer/s: Alan Maman, Brigitta Yavari, Carlton McDowell, Jermaine Cole, Jordan Patrick, Peter Sandvall, Rakim Mayers, Rex Kudo
    Publisher: CARLTON WORLDWIDE MUSIC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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