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