Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Side Note , by - Rittz. Release date: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Side Note |
| I don’t need much, take a puff of the wax pen |
| We in Colorado Springs, the dispensary was hooking up the gift bags |
| I’m relaxin, that Gorilla Glue dropped the bomb on me like The Gap Band |
| Uh, poppin xannies like they candy cuz if not then I’m a mad man |
| Takin shots on top of it, I’m talking then |
| Sounding like a mumble rapper with a fake down south accent |
| Chief Jinks on my side, keep his eyes on my back like a dash cam |
| Any feature will get lit up like a matchstick |
| They be covering their face and ducking like they gonna do a dab dance |
| Yeah, I’m fat with some fast hands |
| Drunk vision like a camera with a cracked lens |
| Take a fat bitch, fuck her from the ass end |
| Bed-bath-pussy smelling like a big mouth bass fish… just playing |
| Class clown, never got to throw my cap as a graduate |
| First period, we laughing on acid |
| Half of the class didn’t pass on they math quiz |
| Glad that this rap shit happened |
| Haven’t adapted to acting, having to ass kiss |
| Fuck no, you could blow me like you play the trombone |
| Let em choke on my dick like it’s a gag gift |
| Rappers coming up to me like what the price tag is on a feature? |
| Shit, I could do it for the three I guess |
| Just send the cheese and the beat, I bet |
| The second that I send it back they gon rewrite theirs |
| To me it ain’t quite fair, but so be it |
| We ain’t in the same weight class |
| Fuck it, they already paid cash |
| I’m high, eating Five Guy’s fries |
| Five guys, be the same amount of rappers that it take to make a Drake track |
| I’m a Drake fan |
| Look, I done came to grips with the fact that my favorite rappers quit |
| And I had to take a pick, is it Drake, is it J. Cole or Kendrick? |
| Kendrick got the win |
| I’m just wishing Eminem, Scarface, Outkast, Jiggaman would have warned us this |
| would be the end |
| These other guys they don’t keep me intrigued, influenced and inspired |
| The same cadences on every record, the same BPM |
| But I’d rather listen to country than EDM |
| Up in the charger with the |
| Yo, Gotti is dope |
| Money is close |
| Under your nose |
| Runnin' we both |
| Gotta go |
| Having you blow |
| Money, we ballin like we globe |
| Trottin and no |
| Body can go |
| Copy the rope |
| But if they don’t |
| Got it you need to go get a ghost-writer |
| And don’t, plot on me homie |
| You gon end up with your nose, bloody |
| Now go, study the greats |
| Get the Goonie Mob’s Soul Food studying the thought process |
| All I hear is a blood nonsense, rappers speaking third person |
| And said they got a god complex |
| Whatchu, Juan Valdez? |
| You a character? |
| Loch Ness, daddy long legs getting caught up in my cobwebs |
| Shot up in my conquest, not even a contest |
| Get your whole squad jacked, watch how much you broadcast… |
| I’m-not, the-kind, to-turn-a-blind, eye-to-why |
| I’m the underdog who never gets the credit I deserve |
| They try to hold me back on purpose people scared of what I did already |
| Time-after-time, labels-sign, dime a dozen artists |
| You could argue who the hardest but regardless every album that I drop is |
| critically acclaimed |
| And people say I’m legendary |
| I know, I know, tell me something I don’t |
| I’m a headliner, homie, I’m no side show |
| Might go in front of me and I throw spirals |
| Shining like a Michael in a jacket made of rhinestones |
| My go, my go, I ain’t scared to climb no, mountain |
| I done came this far and did it with a blind fold |
| I’m so ice cold, on the mic |
| Just dropped, Tiger Wood’s mugshot, I go viral |
| I’m no Myro, White Gold chain with a snake and bat logo |
| See the diamonds, hit the high note |
| Hoping Tech N9ne know I try to do my best to represent what he created and |
| Appreciate the shine shown |
| We the artist, CNT, it’s a movement |
| It started out with the homies wrapping in the gutter |
| Strange Music introduced me to world |
| Number 2 if you’re talkin bout numbers, motherfucker |
| It’s Rittz, Bitch |
| Outro: |
| [ Rittz: I’m sick, bitch. |
| For real, I’m sick |
| Woman: What’s wrong, baby? |
| Rittz: I’m not feeling so well |
| Woman: You want me to get you anything? |
| Any food? |
| Want me to get you a drink or |
| something? |
| Rittz: You know what would really make me feel good right now? |
| Woman: What? |
| Rittz: Make me feel a lot better |
| Woman: What would make you happy, baby? |
| Rittz: If you suck my dick |
| Woman: Fuck you… ] |