The Mission

If I go down I go down with the mission (ay) Chanel habits She got Chanel habits Ego from outta this world Her clothes from France Paris Feeling too transparent She used to different ballers Ready to spoil her But I ain't never tag poppin' Never been the type To care for material matters Might flex my fashion senses But sentiments all that matters Ain't taking shit to the grave Niggas will die to get paid Spend it on women And start it all over I'm too frugal with coins That's word to Big Hova Bumpin' the Blueprint Waiting through lay overs Just to get on board and have no leg room in this bitch Shit tighter than the purse of a gold diggin' bitch Shit just goes in but never go out F*ck a bathroom Hell in a cell Tap dancing till I land In a different city Where nobody care bout who I am My name ain't ring bell like wind chime And I like it like that If I go down I go down with the mission F*ck wit yo boy Cause you know his intentions If I go down I go down with the (ay) Spit that ectoplasm My shit gon' echo through chasms They never see the boy Cause the boy is out getting dollars Hope they understand So far that's how it seems Never been the type To rock social media schemes Won't boost the algorithm Won't fake the label no streams Keep that shit organic No matter how hard it be Ain't pulling Drake numbers Cause Drake the goat And so is Hov The Off season 24karot gold It won't get old Now here lies Ritchy wit an unsigned vinyl Temperature IQ With unmatched potential Not rookie of the year He peep from the sidelines In the dark and the unlit Just waiting to shine bright When all your dedication and fate Finally collide The decibels be loud enough To reach the ones who hate The ones in disbelief In this now they'll believe The underground dog Who went to Hell Just to achieve Damn! If I go down I go down with the mission F*ck wit yo boy Cause you know his intentions If I go down I go down with the (ay) Ritchy