Rituals, Pt. 1

I'm a still do me

Yeah

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep

And if I die before I wake, just let me know who got my shit

Tell ya never talk to lames, that's why I practice rituals

Lazy, envy me, run they mouth no elliptical

But that's what I expect, you get one word and that's typical

Don't be lookin' crazy, cuz I say I practice rituals

Call me Bob Ross wit' these trees, give you visuals

When I shoot stay away him, or you a victim too

I smoke by myself, super high by myself