A$AP Rocky - Ruby Rosary (Lyrics) ft. J. Cole

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A$AP Rocky - Ruby Rosary (Lyrics) ft. J. Cole
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🎵 Lyrics:

Uh, know what I'm sayin'?
Pretty n***a shit, jiggy n***a shit, n***a
Fly n***a shit, n***a, since day one n***a shit, type shit, n***a
Trill, real n***a shit, in the field n***a shit
I ain't playin' with these n****s 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?
Like
I don't know if n****s just didn't catch the fucking trajectory
Yeah
Ruby stones on my rosary, champagne rose in pink
Ring around this rosie, n****s singin' like they Rosalía
All black stones, black owned, like I'm Jodeci
Funny how I birthed so many sons with no ovaries
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 ROSALÍA
All black stones, black owned, bitch, I'm Jodeci
I done kept my foot on n****s necks way before police
And it's still fuck 12, 5-0, four, and three too
One time, comin' up the street, here they come
And I got a laundry list of bitches I can't wait to see
And I got a laundry list of n****s 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****s tryna crow with me
N***a 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

Illest n***a alive
As a lil' guy, very deprived
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?
You a dead man walkin', like you barely alive
Cut everything but the family ties
Cut the shit, cut the lies, word to the wise
Who in your top five?
I don't get fresh to death, bitch, I'm buried alive
I heard dog talkin' funny like it's Family Guy
Carin' for n****s 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 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 moccasins, never too close in reach
Back home from overseas (Uh), jade stones, clover leaf
Emeralds like Dorothy, yellow bricks on the feet

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 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***a 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 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 n****s '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 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', bitch, and I'm not Michael Jordan
I don't do the retro
Uh, ayy, tell 'em again like an echo
My n****s 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
At least somewhere that's not like that there