Ratchet & Righteous

[Intro: Cantrell]
Huh

[Verse 1: Cantrell]
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 that free shit 'til the people own it
Double enten', cook wonton 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— (Uh)

[Chorus: Cantrell]
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, ayy
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

[Verse 2: Cantrell]
Niggas be bitch-made, inside Wesley, whip on Kente
We be AK, ARs, Bibles, niggas be switchblade
Do no dates 'til the rent paid
No complaining 'til the tithes in
Either way, you gon' know about 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 not paying bills
Wanna talk about practice, but I'm the answer
Really I— (Hm)

[Verse 3: GRIP]
Yeah, ratchet and righteous
With a strap and a mic, I adapted to crisis
Now I rap, I'm the nicest
And 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 had to make the sacks suffice
Apple Jacks for yo' appetite
The main dish like an appetizer
Make shit makeshift, black MacGyver
Hand on a stack of Bibles
I ain't change upon 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, yeah

[Chorus: Cantrell]
We 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
It might start riot (Ayy)
We ratchet and righteous (Mm-hmm)
We ratchet and righteous (Mm-hmm)
We ratchet and righteous (Mm-hmm)
I know how they like it (Okay)
We ratchet and righteous (Mm-hmm)
We ratchet and righteous (Mm-hmm)
We ratchet and righteous (Mm-hmm)
I know how they like it (Yeah, I know how they—)