Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down for Mine, artist - Rittz. Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Down for Mine |
| They should know by now, when I rap I got a reputation |
| Causin' devastation, I get down for mine |
| See Tech N9ne fucked around and signed |
| An individual that’s visibly out his mind |
| It’s hard to count the times, how many rappers I’ve |
| Massacred, Al Capone, and every day is St. Valentine’s |
| It’s Jonny Valiant, I’m the first thing that comes to mind |
| When you hit the Gwinnett County line |
| I’m on powder and Crown combined |
| I like to mix the uppers with the liquor then I switch up |
| Poppin' the Klonopins, I got me a prescription |
| Watch out for the rappers tryna plot another stick up |
| Reminisce the kids in my clique that ain’t with us anymore |
| They ain’t live to see past twenty |
| Tryna see fast money, got they ditch dug early |
| So no wonder why it’s hard to be religious |
| White boy shit, we ain’t hoppin' in a pickup |
| They depict us to be redneck |
| Let my bread stack till I’m in a Benz truck, limo tint |
| Gotta wipe a pimp down with a lint brush |
| Oh-ee, Louie |
| Symbol on my shoe, blew two Gs, too clean |
| Groupies turning up, they wanna fuck |
| And turn the bus into a nude scene, that’s routine |
| Fuck the YouTube views and your newsfeed |
| 'Cause your whole style is whack |
| You getting clout nowadays when you sound exactly like another man |
| I ain’t tryna vouch for that |
| Used to wear button-downs and slacks but now you trap |
| You strapped but you swear that you down to clash |
| 'Cause mumble rap’s in style you be trying hard to sound relaxed |
| You take words and pronounce them bad |
| To sound like you have an accent, really that’s it? |
| I never thought I’d use the word «flabbergasted» |
| It’s an exact fit to explain my reaction, like I’m yackin' in a trash bin |
| I don’t use a bunch of ad-libs to distract fans |
| I combine the real with the metaphors and bars |
| From the wheel struggling to get a deal |
| Through the valley in the hills |
| Like you tryna win the Tour de France |
| You can’t tell me I don’t kill shit |
| Turn me up with the Coupé de Ville feel with a foreign car |
| Been ten years and I’m still lit |
| Now my Colorado homies, and it’s twenty past four o’clock |
| It’s last call but I got another quart to pop |
| And I ain’t ever wore a cap and gown |
| But got mass amounts of cash to count |
| I’m rapping now for spazzing out |
| So tell 'em when they ask around |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, down for mine |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, down for mine |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, get down for mine |
| I told 'em I don’t fuck around about a thousand times |
| I show out and shine with no doubt in mind |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, down for mine |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, down for mine |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, get down for mine |
| I told 'em I don’t fuck around about a thousand times |
| I show out and shine with no doubt in mind |
| I get down |
| That’s truth that you can’t dispute |
| It’s CNT in this bitch, what a man’ll do |
| Dick Tracy, attention to |
| I’d be the same ol' me if I wore tight pants and boots |
| Is that a diss? |
| Incorrect, get an 'X' like (buzzer) |
| Ain’t no family feud, the seed planted bloomed |
| We hit Atlanta, flew to France and landed Coco Vance and broke madams and |
| pampered dudes |
| Them ugly motherfuckers smiling for the camera crew |
| I’m getting bands of loot, the broke shit discussion |
| 'Cause I finally got a check, we can stretch out money |
| Maybe you were meant to be a fitness instructor |
| Witness destruction when I represent for the misfits amongst us |
| The old heads, kids, and youngsters |
| Fuck with me you’ll be stuck on me |
| Like you had unsafe sex with an ex of Usher’s |
| Is you a bald bitch? |
| What you need a hairpiece? |
| Got the herpes? |
| Sue me, I’ma throw you down the staircase |
| You try to tell me that I broke too many barricades |
| That’s why you never hear my music on the airwaves |
| I drop a nuke on every record, that’s an air raid |
| Pull your hair weave, bitch suck and bob |
| I need to find a chick kinda like Blac Chyna |
| To give me all the checks she collect from Rob |
| You never see 'em interview me on The Breakfast Club |
| But they know me in New Zealand and Czech Repub |
| Up in Cleveland and Lincoln, Nebraska, Reno, Nevada |
| Alaska has extra love |
| Mic check like Tech, I’m a regular |
| You saw All Eyez on Me, thought you was 2Pac |
| But you a Little Richard homie wop-bop-a-loo-bop |
| You shocked that I blew up? |
| I thought that you knew |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, down for mine |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, down for mine |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, get down for mine |
| I told 'em I don’t fuck around about a thousand times |
| I show out and shine with no doubt in mind |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, down for mine |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, down for mine |
| I get down |
| Down for mine, get down for mine |
| I told 'em I don’t fuck around about a thousand times |
| I show out and shine with no doubt in mind |
| I get down |