Song: | Ruby Rosary |
Singer: | A$AP Rocky, J. Cole |
Music: | The Alchemist |
Lyrics: | A$AP Rocky, J. Cole, The Alchemist, Rex Kudo, Car!ton, Jordan Patrick, Birgitta Yavari, Peter Sandvall |
Album: | DON’T BE DUMB (2024) |
Ruby Rosary Lyrics
Uh
Know what I’m sayin’?
Pretty n!gga sh!t, jiggy n!gga sh!t, n!gga (Uh)
Fly n!gga sh!t, n!gga, since day one n!gga sh!t, type sh!t, n!gga (Yeah)
Trill, real n!gga sh!t, in the field n!gga sh!t (Uh)
I ain’t playin’ with these n!ggas no more
I ain’t playin’ with these b!tches no more
No, from now on, it’s rose gold and rubies and pearls everything
Everything, f**k is you talkin’ ’bout, man? (Uh)
Like, I don’t know if n!ggas just didn’t catch the f**king trajectory (Uh-huh)
Yeah
Ruby stones on my rosary, champagne rose in pink (Ha, ha)
Ring around this rosie, n!ggas singin’ like they Rosalía (Ha, huh?)
All black stones, black owned, like I’m Jodeci (Yeah)
Funny how I birthed so many sons with no ovaries (Yeah)
Still f**k 12, f**k jake, 5-0
Oh, still f**k 12, f**k jake, 5-0
Ruby stones on my rosary, champagne gold, rose in pink
Ring around the rosie, singin’ like they ROSALÍA
All black stones, black owned, b!tch, I’m Jodeci (Yeah)
I done kept my foot on n!ggas necks way before police
And it’s still f**k 12, 5-0, four, and three too
One time, comin’ up the street, here they come (Woo)
And I got a laundry list of b!tches I can’t wait to see
And I got a laundry list of n!ggas 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 n!ggas tryna crow with me
n!gga 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 n!gga alive
As a lil’ guy, very deprived (Uh)
Took it in strivin’ 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 sh!t, cut the lies, word to the wise
Who in your top five? (f**k your top five)
I don’t get fresh to death, b!tch, I’m buried alive
I heard dog talkin’ funny like it’s Family Guy
Carin’ for n!ggas like I’m Mary or Bob
Made a promise to God
You gotta strive when you marry the mob
They ain’t seen this drip since Rick The Ruler
They done forced my hand, my sh!t is Rugers
We don’t wear Zara, sh!t 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 moccasins, never too close in reach (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 pu$y, I just got the cookie, it’s crumblin’ now
I’m startin’ to think that 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 n!gga 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 promise myself I would never feel hunger again
So I’m here with this pen, lockin’ the f**k 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 n!ggas ’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 sh!t, then he saw a lil’ stick, all of the sudden he feelin’ forgetful
Connectin’ to God, I’m a vessel
When they ask for the old you, ignore ’em
Goin’ backwards is borin’, b!tch, and I’m not Michael Jordan, I don’t do the retro
Uh, ayy, tell ’em again like an echo
My n!ggas ain’t Greek, they pledgin’ the streets, they come through and kick in your backdoor
Used to cut through this b!tch with my hat low
Now I ride through this b!tch 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
At least somewhere that’s not like that there
You rent somewhere, but I can live somewhere
At least somewhere and that’s not like that there
Ruby stones on me like a rosary
Champagne gold, rose in pink, ring around the rosie