The Ritual

[Intro: sample & Tha God Fahim]
"We had the life, man, so much rough shit, man. You know what I'm sayin'? It's like, a nigga would walk in a three-bedroom apartment, right, with like sixteen niggas in there, man. Know what I'm sayin'? Some nights, you couldn't have nothin' to eat, man. [?] or somethin', man. Nigga used to put vegetables on his plate with no meat"
Mo'fuckin' God, yo
Check it (Camoflauge Monk)

[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
Sit down and let me take you back
When I was younger, packin' pistols came in all black
We was a wild bunch, I packed a mild punch
Till a nigga grew some fangs, out came the wild tusks
From sun to dusk, we smoked mad blunts
And thought of heists that corrupted my past once
Can't be erased, we laid low for mad months
Some of my niggas got put under Earth's crust
I realize my upbringing was robust, can't trust
Wicked-face-ass niggas don't know much
I learned to filter out all the trouble
I know the devil awaits me, nigga, I'm just takin' it subtle
Makin' a bundle, so what's the cap?
Any mishaps, the tattle of brats? We was animals, Jack
But nowadays, I'm just a underground legend
Many classics on the internet, dwellin'
Sometimes I remember my old self
Sometimes I think about the old help
Sick of poverty, had to bestow help to myself
The past play with my mental health
I feel death around the corner every day
Die by the A-K? or K-K-K?
Don't know how I feel, 'cause you don't live my way
I turn to the east and pray, and hope my sins wash away
And wish to live another day, uh

[Chorus]
I'm tryna keep it level with self
But this life make me wanna put the metal to self
I need help, seems like I get it from the devil himself
It's heartfelt, how far we came, we was livin' for health
So far gone, can't get away from hell, word is bond
Read Qurans, the wicked use poison in the charm
My nigga, I'm finna blow up like a bomb
It's either rap or we get it by ill crime

I'm tryna keep it level with self
But this life make me wanna put the metal to self
I need help, seems like I get it from the devil himself
It's heartfelt, how we came up livin' for health
So far gone, can't get away from hell, word is bond
Read Qurans, the wicked use poison in the charm
My nigga, I'm finna blow up like a bomb
It's either rap or we get it by ill crime

[Instrumental outro]