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OFFICIAL: Rittz – ‘Next To Nothing’ Verified Lyrics

Published: October 10, 2014 in Rittz by

Rittz Next To Nothing Lyrics

Quite simply, these are the lyrics from Next To Nothing verified from Rittz himself.

The lyrics on Rittz’s 2014 southern masterpiece range from incendiary to contemplative and we’ve got every single word right here to let you know that not only is Rittz’s flow 100, his lyrical content is second-to-none.

All songs are here from the 16 tracks on the album to the 2 bonus tracks to the pre-order track. (Note that while Rittz’s verses are verified by the man himself, the guest verses are not.)

Explode

[Verse 1]

You sleepin’ on me then that’s your loss
The shit I hear you listening to the type of music that I’m bored of
Some of you dumber than a door knob
“Blowjob Betty” I’ll be in my super sport bumping short dog
Old-school even if I could afford a sports car
Funny all the sudden it’s popular to support us
Riding cross the country in my tour bus
Throwing up the north still reppin Lawrenceville and Norcross
Lilburn, still burn, still on that pure soft
Pop a pill when I feel like it wore off
Cli-N-Tel, we don’t chill with these morons
Strapped but my steel is concealed from the warthogs
Paint a visual got the skill of a Warhol
Signed a record deal pop the cork off of some champagne
With my lady she was down when I was broke so I would never go and leave her for a stripper or a porn star
Fuck a judge and his scorecard
Your magazine don’t cover me your company been doing a poor job
I’ve been going hard in Atlanta since the 90s motherfucker now you finally want to try to get on board nah
I don’t got no friends only checks to get
See my crew riding from Cheshire Bridge to Breckenridge
Perfected this so they’re expecting nothing less but excellence what you expected bitch

[Chorus]

The spotlight is on me I’m ready to go for the gold
I’ve waited my life for this moment I’m ’bout to explode
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh [x4]
I’ve waited my life for this moment I’m ’bout to explode

[Verse 2]

My goal is so close I’m focused
This Journey’s been like a roller coaster of broken roads
Back when I was broke and hopeless
And hoes would look at me like I was gross, repulsive
Now they’re showing up the shows with posters
Posing naked and posting pictures, it got me mixed with emotions
Write about the past, try to live in the moment
Same past where the happiness was the missing component
(I’m) bout to murder competition opponents are Foes get exposed
They talking shit I’ll dispose them
Find the king of the throne throwing stones at his army
The Holy Ghost inside me I’m feeling so explosive
Listen to my flow and under go hypnosis
Snakes crawling all around me seeing boahs, cobras
People acting like theyre gangsters the Stallone’s Travolta’s
Both impose a threat to me but I believe in destiny
And God has been directing me, the road is chosen
Weight of the world on my shoulder with scoliosis
(but I’m) electrifying like a jolt of voltage
Diamonds on my necklace shinin like a bowl of goldfish
Ain’t no time to rest cause I know I got dough to go get
Sick of penny pinching like I’m trying to hold some roach clips
Busted through the wall I was poking holes in
I was meant to be the centerpiece I’m sick of playing second base to anyone
The day has come to blow, exploding and

[Hook]

Turn Down

[Intro]

(Turn up, Rittz!)
Shut up, bitch!

[Hook]

Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you’ve been running your mouth
But turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to turn up on me

[Verse 1]

It’s Rittz in this bitch, White Jesus back for the second coming
Second time around I keep it extra slummy
Fuck what you rep and your record company
For the check, I’ve been a threat, I’m feeling extra hungry
Too much of a veteran to ever let them son me
Better check the record books, I rep my county
Way before Gwinnett was ever called the northside
Ain’t no way to argue with the shit, respect it homie
On the web, these punks be making threats to jump me
Taking pictures with your weapon, you’re flexing Gumbi
Retros on, watch out where you’re stepping, clumsy
I ain’t got a lot to lose, really next to nothing
And I’m beginning to feel like I’m a black guy
That’s why I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches trying to tatt my
Name up on her titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a bitch a black eye
Light my

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Turn up, turn up
All they ever say is turn up
They know me all around the world, Australia to Europe
There’s levels to this shit, and I’m a different caliber of
MC, and you’re the kind nobody’s ever heard of
Don’t try to play the leader, Hannibal will murder Murdoch
I’m bout to stir up syrup inside a solo cup
With some Sprite and some Ciroc
Get drunk and shoot a bird up
They need an article of me in the Atlanta Journal
Constitution, pay homage to me, they should paint a mural
Of me on 85, my shit is a brochure of
Gwinnett, respect the way I did it and didn’t switch up a minute
The nerve of these haters, some of them deserve a
Beating, you couldn’t touch it if you wanted to, like you’re a
Germa-phobic taking over shit, and that I’m sure of
Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
It’s bloody murder every time I burn up
Bout to light, light the

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Two years in a row I got skipped on the freshman cover
Got me feeling some type of way
And I ain’t hating on the rappers they picked, but I’ve been headlining tours
Selling records, no competition inside my lane
Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
Paved the way for Gwinnett County, bitch you know I’m Slum
You can listen to my first album
And see where some of these double time rappers got their whole style from
Nobody talking shit about me cause they know I’ll come
And turn em down, I’m not a rapper to show out on
The Clintel is the crew that I grew up with
But even if I was alone, outgunned, I’d still call you a bitch
I’m pissed and far from rich
Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear
I had White Jesus in my crockpot before Ross said walking on air
Bout to light the

[Hook]

Crown Royal

[Verse 1]

Check it out we taking shots, posted up
Drinking that Crown we toasting cups
Bitches looking at us like they so in love, they about to go uncut
No one’s frustrated we faded we celebrating life cause we made it
We elevated and we smoking bud
The party doesn’t end until we sober up
‘Til your ladies layin’ naked on the sofa drunk
Better come on in, get inside
Slick brought the pills, Rowdy Bizzle brought the white
When I mix em’ it’s a feeling that I can’t describe
But I guess I’ll give my best to try
Daily shit can get too heavy to carry
So every now and then my body needs the opposite of exercise
So I pull the plastic wrapper off the cap of my
Crown Royal bottle, somewhere in Gwinnett you’ll find me

[Hook]

Chilling
I’m high
I’m feeling
Sublime
No killing
My vibe
If you’re drinking raise your glasses high
Cause we ain’t trippin’ on the past or the afterlife
Cause right now we sippin’ on that Crown Royal
Drunk when I pulled up, they already know what’s in my cup,
They know I’m sippin’ on that Crown Royal
This ain’t no champagne, they already know what’s in my drank

[Bridge]

I pull that crown up outta that purple bag
Crown up outta that purple bag
Crown up outta that purple bag
That purple bag
They know I’m sippin’ on that Crown Royal

[Verse 2]

We’ve been turned up all day long, long day off
We gon’ drink until the alcohol is gone
Neighbors saying that they’re going to call the law
I ain’t tripping on that blasé blah
Playing music loud as fuck and the house is a cloud of smoke
These hoes be showing titties like they been at Mardis Gras
Her song came on I guess that’s when her bra came off
We gon’ party all night like we got insomnia
Red cups in hand, some got spilled, I’m on tilt my eyes on slant
Lightweight drinkers they don’t stand a chance
They’re about to make a crash landing, trying to keep up with me Going shot for shot is not the move
My tolerance is through the roof I’m like a champion
Shot king wanna hang out bring a bottle of some Crown Royal
Bout’ to go whole ham, oh man I’m

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]

Nothing better than a bottle you just bought off the shelf
And you see the logo with the golden crown that sits on the pillow
You run your fingernail across the sticker right in the middle
And take the bottle out the bag and save the baggy for later
Maybe to put your weed inside or hide your jewelry or paper
You make a mixer with some soda or you shootin it straight up
With the reserve or the black or maple original flavor
You know that shit is my favorite, no other whiskey is player
Like that Crown

[Outro]

They know I’m sippin’ on that
They know I’m sippin’ on that
They know I’m sippin’ on that

LAF

[Hook]

These motherfuckers make me laugh
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Look at how they dress
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Listen how they rap
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough
You ain’t ever been about it, you just make shit up
You lame as fuck

[Verse 1]

You ain’t spittin’ and your music don’t jam
Try to study me like I’m a student exam
Hard for me to take a lyricist serious
Especially a dude in sweatpants wearing unisex Vans
What was you expecting, made a song ‘Fuck Swag’ and
Ain’t nobody say shit, I guess they afraid if
They get out of line I’m ’bout to have to grave dig
A great big hole, kill him, leave them where you lay bitch
A.K.A Mr. Make-’em-Wanna-Rewrite
I guess I’m the one they want to be like
These guys get a feature from me study me on every record
Then they switch they whole style up
Homie I can see right through it
You ain’t never used to chop like that
Now you talk about your girl and your struggle
Tryin’ to get it, how you did a lot of soft
How you’re pissed off at your boss
You ain’t used to have the same 9 to 5 I had
Need to find your own lane, you and I might crash
Get in mine, hope you had a good time, (I’m back)
Rap game looking like Revenge of the Nerds
And ya pants and ya shirt too tight, is that plaid?
We ain’t seeing eye to eye like I have an eye patch
No class having motherfucker you can die
You gone wish you had a life raft
My style is hijacked, did I kill him, my bad

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

With your lame ass socks showing, stop trolling
Going online posing with your Glock showing
You ain’t never shot no one, stop lying you are not blowing
Trying to copy me, you thinking I would not notice
Cockroaches couldn’t see me like they got some glaucoma
Comment under my photos bout the way that I look
I bet that I could get your lady to fuck
And suck dick, quicker than you
You said the two of you was in love
You’re lame as fuck and I bet that you the type of dude to come up
And tell me that I look familiar, knowing damn well ya
Seen my videos and know my name and it would kill ya
Not to be lame so instead I gotta tell ya
Washed up rappers acting like I owe ’em something
When I needed them before I made it, they would never help ya
Lame ass homies wanna party at my crib
So they can drink up all my liquor they don’t ever buy they-self none
They say they recording, you ain’t got songs
Tryna say you performing, you ain’t got fans
But it’s hard to ignore ’em, lame motherfucker
Probably like, foam-a-sites, always rockin’ team Jordans
Lame ass bitches insecure and distorted
She tried shave her head on some Cassie shit
Now she thinkin’ she gorgeous
Never keeps a boyfriend, she fucking everybody, little nasty bitch
A lot of people in my city try to say that they relate to me
But still so many in Atlanta don’t appreciate a thing
I did or even heard of me
Its almost like they trained to be a slave to what they playin’ on the radio
They proceed to put me in a cage because my record label Strange
They need to listen, if they did they’d probably end up devastated
We don’t play, we put the music business in a Strangeulation
Other record labels lame to me, these motherfuckers L-A-F
Actin’ hard, never take a day off (they L-A-F)
Still rappin’, shit’ll never pay off (they L-A-F)
Still trappin’ acting like a straight boss (they L-A-F)
Get arrested, they confessing, they decide to play ball (they L-A-F)
They be actin’ like we cooler than we are
If I met you doing music, don’t be stupid, this a job
You are not a friend of mine, just a dude I never call
Bombing on ’em, Shock and Awe

[Hook]

Bounce

[Verse 1: Rittz]

Superstar, man I’m far from an average Joe, supernatural
Stepping out, looking like I’m in a fashion show
Came into this industry and now you’re witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I’m, I’m high like I’m flyin sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
‘Bout to pack a bowl but we ain’t tryna bake a casserole
Looking at the globe from up high, shots fired
Like Kennedy was riding by the Grassy Knoll
I ain’t rich but I got a little cash to blow
When haters saying that I’m changing
I’ll be looking at them laughing like they cracked a joke
They wasn’t with me when I traveled down this gravel road
GC, I could never have my pass revoked
So step up and you a dead duck
Get your head bust, looking like a chef just cracked a yolk
Speakers in the Caddy rattling the patio
When the industry was only rocking platinum gold
I was dope back then, but you had the whole
Shit locked until I came and I cracked the code
And I don’t, I don’t really mean to brag and boast
But then again, my fans look at me as the G.O.A.T
She said she listen to my music in the bath and soak
Now that’s a rap to quote, hop in my ‘Lac and float
A Ya Uh Yeah

[Hook: Rittz]

Take a puff and it’s up and away we go
Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, out
Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
Brought it back to the south, and bounce, out

[Verse 2: Rittz]

With my homie Tony footwork
Up in Kalamazoo, balling out up in the mall
We don’t bounce ’til we spend a couple thousand on shoes
I’m repping clintel, how can I lose, you out of the loop
These music dudes were clueless who I was
‘Til I blew, producing woohs and oohs and ahs
I’m the truth, what you confused? Are you surprised?
I refuse to lose, been booed and crucified
Disapprove the movement, crews get brutalized
If these pooches choose to bite, get euthanized
I’m the new, the who is who gets neutralized
Twenty two’s are huge, my shoes are supersized
Out on cruse, my music boomin’ stupid loud
Bumping 8 Ball & MJG, from the outside looking in
I’m sitting on top of the world, but then again I kind of been lately
When I pull up in my Cadillac, my speakers got that rattle back
I’m flashin’ back to when I was attacked by
A couple pretty bitches that was begging me to pick em up
And take em in and fuck em from the back side
But I ain’t got no time to fuck around, I’m trying to buckle down
And focus on my money, so I stack my
Paper to the ceiling, I’m feeling like a billion
I’m filling up my cup with that crown and bounce out

[Hook: Rittz]

[Verse 3: Twista]

Smoking wood, then I’m gone
So far that you can’t even see me through the eyes of a telescope
Diamonds on my body, so appealin jottin’ down my feelins’
Acting like it was the realest shit I ever wrote
Mental telepathy is part of the recipe
That let me know that you want it
I’m giving it to you how you like it
Biology of a pimp, it be in the DNA
To know what you thinking
I’m speaking to you like a psychic
Lil mama know she lovin it so don’t try to fight it
I can make your life so appealing by the way I write it
Make it so she the only shawty I know
On Forgiatos, don’t hit no potholes
I roll up one and light it
On the passenger side of a ride
Like a player, Imma be up in the club talking the big shit
Strange Music, we be the misfits
Come and twist Rittz, tisk tisk, cause you gon get your shit split
Middle of the map and nigga finna snap
And let em know the area continue to kill em forever, we on
Better be strong to live in the city I come from
And if you ain’t fucking with it then let it be known
And we can either talk about it or be about it
Me I’d rather sit back and blow an ounce
When I hear something like this up on the radio
All a nigga can do is just bounce

[Hook: Rittz]

Living A Dream

[Verse 1: Rittz]

My shades more expensive than your J’s
My chain indicates that I’m paid
My lady say it’s time to get engaged
She say I go on tour and misbehave
Our bills are never late
On the stage rocking like I’m Jimmy Page
But fuck swag, I ain’t dressing up like Kid ‘n Play
Trying to snap on every track like Eminem on Renegade
If you ain’t heard of me then you been living in a cave
Or sitting in a grave, or listening to Drake
Any minute the shit will disintegrate
This music business is fishy like penetrating a bitch who didn’t bathe
Wanted on the streets like I went to prison and escaped
Fuck the police, these authority figures get disobeyed
In the broad day bullets be grazing and ricochet
No games, only participating in pistol play
Im rappin I should be cracking inside of a crème brûlée
It’s like I’m pinned against a cage, fightin’ in the MMA
Bitch

[Hook]

It is what it is but it ain’t what it seems
People thinking that I’m living a dream
Ohhh ohhh yeahh yeahh
When I roll through in my old school Cut’ Supreme
They be thinking that I’m living a dream
Ohhh ohhh yeahhhhh

[Verse 2: Rittz]

Yeah
My older brother’s a teacher, one of his students asked
If I ever game him money, it’s funny, people think I got stupid cash
If they only knew the half
Hoping I got loot to last me to June and it’s April
Afraid to go and do the math
Covering my emotions, hope they don’t see through the mask
From the outside looking in it’s different, looking through the glass
Me and Tech ain’t Bernz and Wrek, me and Wolf ain’t Snoop and Daz
Cause the truth is that this music crap is difficult to grasp
That’s why you never see me go on interviews and bash
Other rappers, I’m not the dude booin’ while you at bat
Cause I still got a pill problem
My dollar bills still got a film on ’em
Feeling like some loser trash
Responding to Twitter mentions, groupies getting too attached
Homies clueless asking questions, “When they sending you a plaque?”
Explaining how budgets work, recouping and how I’m stressing
Cause I never see a check from selling 50,000 records
But

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trae]

Yeah
I’m sick of people speaking for me like ain’t a day I was stressing
Why the fuck I’m living life somewhere lost in a thousand questions
Every blessing got me grateful but these haters got me hateful
So I take it ’til I’m permanent resting, but they don’t see that
All they see is that I’m a trip
Fuck ’em, I’d rather kick it and dive inside they woman’ lips
Yeah this whip I ride is nice but why you worried ’bout the price
What about they days I walk and hustle just to starve for nights
And that’s for real
Why are they acting like they was on side of me
They don’t remember when everyone lied to me
Left me alone and that was cool back then
But now that they looking they acting like they was the one that was doing it
Telling me they was my people
They thought they had me fooled back then
Not Trae, no not today, I’m living for me
No opinion got me in shackles, shit I’m living life free
And everything seem to be a dream, I tried to tell ’em wake up
But instead they’d rather hate me getting cake up
Shit

In My Zone

[Hook: Mike Posner]
I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin’ right along
All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t
Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
In my zone

[Verse 1: Rittz]

In my old school bumpin’ that “Kiss of Life” beneath the city lights
Caught up in the moment, getting misty eyed
Bout to give my past life a long kiss goodnight
This dream difficult for me to visualize
And now it’s real and they say the limit is the sky
But my feet set on solid ground, no more stalling now
On the road to get it cause, when it rained, it poured
But now the storms finally calming down
Up in my cutlass driving, the sun is shining
My Strange piece studded with a ton of diamonds
I ain’t got a bunch of money on a constant grind
Still it beats being blunted with my stomach growlin’
In the darkest alley, got the heart to fight
I see the stars are bright, they screaming Jonny Valiant
Rappers wanna bite me, they crocodiling
I be up in Neiman Marcus smiling
Try to walk a mile inside my J’s, playing make believe
You can say that you played in the major league
Wear my heart on my sleeve on the stage and leave
I feel wet from the sweat on my Famous tee
I’m never scared, fuck shaking like a maple leaf
Cause what awaits for me is unknown
So I lit up my J, filled my cid-up with straight
Crown Royal, now I’m in my zone

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rittz]

This ain’t no ordinary love
I was sick of being poor and said “enough”
Right up 85 North and there I was
Working, breaking down doors and barriers
Still representing Georgia, I’m feeling the support
Spread the word cause the more, the merrier
Nobody blowing out the torch I carry
I ignore them every time they point and stare and judge
All because I got Jordans on, I got a gorgeous blonde
And my jewelry blinds, I got stupid style
Getting’ paid doing music now, I’m putting’ huge amounts
Inside a few accounts, I got a crew that’s down
In case you wanna come and duke it out
If I was you, I’d throw the deuce and bounce
And we just blew an ounce
My hotel room looking like a hookah lounge
I’m blowing up like a bazooka round
I got booed and bowed but stayed positive
Even when I didn’t have a pot to piss in
I was sitting on a bottle steady plotting this
And I’ll be fine dining at The Optimist
I got the black sea bass and the lobster bisque
And took a shot of whiskey to the dome
Made a toast to the homies that are gone
Two for the fans and the love they shown, I’m in my… zone

[Hook]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

My calendar at this caliber’s for the life of a bachelor
I’m burning through cannabis canister after canister
Um, so many cameras, they flashing, I never glance at ’em
Lost inside of a landfill of thoughts while watching this dancer
I’m wondering to myself if she’s got some booty enhancer
Either way, I feel the deep inclination of putting my hands on her
I’m a modern day Galileo who lives in Atlanta
The capital of the ratchets, aristocrats and traffickers
A practitioner, practice until I master it
Passionate ’bout my adjectives, syllables so elaborate
Anything less to describe me is just inaccurate
You’re a student of classes in which I am a graduate
Immaculate vernacular, Batmobile look like Dracula
Giving these boys the blues while telling these hoes to saddle up
You catching feelings, I think you squarer than Madison, I’m-
I’m in my zone, ain’t no way I’ll ever snap out of it

[Hook]

Call 911

Call 9-1-1
Call 9-1-1
X2

[Verse 1]

She was irate cause she got off work late for the second time this week
Racing home in a white Ford Escape
Had a nice quiet place by the lake up in Washington state
Her fiancee was paid but he had to take a trip out to Vegas and they ain’t got no family
Or neighbors close by so she called him on the phone
And let him know that she had made it home safe
Might have spoke too soon, as soon as she went inside her bedroom
A man with a mask lashed out from inside of the closet
Put a knife up to her neck and said “Be quiet, try to scream and you’ll be dead”
Ignoring what he said she screamed, it seemed to piss him off
He shoved one of his gloves into her mouth
Tied her hands behind her back
Then he stabbed her in the abdomen and threw her on the bed
For 3 hours straight he tortured and raped her
She tried to pray and fake like she was dead
She bled so much she knew that she was dying, closed her eyes
And when she opened them she noticed he was gone
Somehow she managed to make her wrists slide out of zip-ties
Used all of her strength crawling on the floor to lock the bedroom door
She made it to the nightstand and grabbed the phone and called 9-1-1

[PreHook 1]

*phone dialing*
“9-1-1 emergency”
“There’s a man in my house, I’ve been stabbed!”
“ma’am calm down”
[Call 9-1-1]
“help me!”
“is he still in the house?”
“i don’t know, i know he’s here”
*Whimpering*
“Ma’am calm down. Is he still in the house Ma’am?”
*Scream*

[Hook][x2]

Call 9-1-1
You about to be a victim of a home invasion
Now your life is suddenly in jeopardy
You’re praying someone rescue me
You about to die if you don’t
Call 9-1-1

[Verse 2]

He was a single parent that had retired, him and his teen daughter live together
He never had problems with her as a kid
But she been misbehaving lately, that’s a part of growing up
She was so in love with her new boyfriend – he was older
Her father told her he didn’t want her seeing him
Cause she and him were skipping school just to sleep with him
And he could tell that they’d been doing drugs
Her father took her cell phone and car keys from her as punishment
Even threatened to send her to live with her momma
200 miles away but that would only make her hate him
Started plotting on her dad
One night when he sleeping
He figured that he was dreaming cause he opened up his eyes
Saw his daughter staring at him from the bottom of his bed
And her boyfriend was standing right above him with a bat
Before he could react, or try to defend himself against her boyfriend
All you heard was whack
He hit him repeatedly, his daughter acted
Emotionless watching his blood splatter on the wall
Beat him to a bloody pulp for at least thirty minutes
There were fragments of his skull on the bed
Then her boyfriend left
Cracked the window, grabbed the telephone
She tried to play it off and called 9-1-1

[PreHook 2]
*Phone dialing*
“9-1-1 Emergency”
“Umm, somebody…somebody’s hurt my dad, I need somebody here. Someone’s hurt him”
[Call 9-1-1]
“Check to see if he has a pulse. Is he breathing?”
“Daddy?”
“Calm down, calm down”
“daddy…daddy… are you ok?
“We’ll send somebody out there right now.”
“Daddy are you ok? Breathe, dad.”

[Hook][x2]

[Outro]
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Basket Case

[Verse 1]

Self, self-pity, self-self pity
Why the fuck is everybody else giddy?
I woke up and felt shitty
Matter fact I felt the same all week
Let down like my last album on the shelf sitting
And I think I might need help getting out of bed
Cause I’m here and I keep spinning out of thread
I’m my own worst critic and I gotta write a album
But I keep hating on myself, it’s like I get obsessed
Cause I hate what I write, say something tight
I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna like
I don’t got a lot of fans, I’m afraid that I might
Let ’em down if what I make don’t relate to them right
If it don’t, then they ain’t gonna buy my record
And if my second doesn’t sell better than the last
I’mma owe the record label cash
So it’s hard to relax and write raps
I be losing concentration sometimes
I look at what they saying online
Somebody unfollowed me and call me out cause I ain’t respond
I’m behind on my deadline and I got a home life
To juggle ain’t no free-time
My manager clowning, “what you write another deep song?
What is it this time, your lady, your struggle trying to be some{thing}?”
Not in the mood to write a weed song
I take the beat and give myself a mental beat-down when I rap

[Chorus: Rittz]

I’m my own worst enemy the energy I have’s a waste
Cause I use it battling myself cause I’m a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I’m a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I’m a basket case
Staring at this glass of whiskey, wishin’ I would pass away
But I’m always wishing for the worst cause I’m a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I’m a basket case
(Da, da, da, da) I’m a basket case

[Verse 2]

I can’t have conversation with rappers
I’m not an asshole to anyone unless I have a reason to be
But God forbid if they ever had a buzz or a name
Then they feel like we are equal
And these dudes always want a feature for free
I try to network and help ’em out, I just gave ’em a tweet
But I’m starting to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot
Would these motherfuckers do the same favor for me?
But, on the other hand, people think I’m all famous
I ain’t half as paid as you think, when I tell ’em what the price is
To get me on a record they act like it’s too expensive just to pay me a G
And I’m starting to feel guilty
Cause I’m known as the guy who never quit and never gave up his dreams
So a bunch of dudes tell me that I gave them motivation
Not to quit and they gon’ try to do the same thing as me but
Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs
So I kept getting better some of y’all ain’t got it
Can’t hear it, but it’s blatant to me
And I don’t want to hurt their feelings
So I tell ’em that the music that they making is tight
But your image looks bad, and you suck
And you need to give up, and you’re wasting your life
And it’s all my fault… damn

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

They tell me that I need to tweet more
But I feel kind of immature, typing my thoughts online
Plus the fans that I got will probably hate me
If they knew what type of shit that crossed my mind
Cause I hate rap
Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most part
Even though I rap fast
I don’t like when people try to impress me with double-time
And they be swearing that they go so hard
They don’t really even say shit
Anyone can rhyme, thinkin’ and drinkin’ and sinkin’
Inside my Lincoln and think it’s dope, it ain’t about the speed
You gotta make it make sense
And did I mention that I really hate fake fans?
I don’t understand how one minute
Everyone could be on your dick and they say you hot
A year later the same fans steady be talkin’ shit ’bout that rapper
Actin’ like they forgot
That’s how the shit works
First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
You gotta toughen your skin
This kind of shit hurts
This music industry is dumb
Dumber than the comments on YouTube
Saying that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw)
I don’t rap like that, I don’t hang around white boys who act like that
I done said too much, ’bout to snap, I’m mad
At the world, even I don’t really have my back when I rap it’s like… damn

[Chorus]

Profit

[Hook – Rittz]

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I’m all about my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, don’t even try to count my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the fuck up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah

[Verse 1 – Yelawolf]

I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack
And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash
You ain’t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK
Nah homie, you ain’t never seen that
Fuck it, Peep
Out the bucket seat
Hip hop make em all lean back
Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce
Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud
Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up
Dirty blonde eat a , ding dong, get out
Yeah, Imma let the lid out, fuck puffing in this jar, lightning bug
Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I’m nice enough
To spot a punk like a homophobic
I’m on it, my opponents know it
Get your money up D-boy
I ain’t a D-boy, but my folks they grow it
Done clipped the bud and done sold it
I been sipping Bud, you ain’t noticed?
I’m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby
With an offering tray for that profit

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Shawty Fatt]

Let me get started
Targeting artists, ain’t no dodging em, lodging them
Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting shit
No tours and shit, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges
Cartman shit, working my big old tool like I know carpentry
Pardon me it’s the, nigga you know me, the hottest commodity
Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty
Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope
No [?] copping me, nope
P-O-T-B-E-Double-L, why the hell they ride my tail?
I’ll slow it down a minute (what?)
Cause I ain’t been around a minute
These niggas feeling themselves
Cause I let em borrow the crown a minute
And I’ll admit I get beside myself sometimes
Only cause I know I got dope rhymes
And my punch lines will fuck wit yo mind
I’m bucking, ’bout my

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Rittz]

I am a real Slumerican
Told Yelawolf he can swear me in
I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy
When my album drop, everybody scared again
And I’m prepared to win at all costs
Y’all talk a lot of shit, trying to tear my skin
And rumor has it I’m crazy, I need to see a therapist
Well if the shoe fits, fuck it I’mma wear it then
Cause I’m a go getter, other squares pretend
I’m bout to turn up like a sombrero brim
I’m kinda like a modern day Larry Flynt
It’s Slum shit, baby fuck Katy Perry fans
I rep Atlanta, I ain’t never been to Paris, France
I switch lanes, crossing over like I’m Jeremy Lin
You can admire me, don’t let me catch you staring pimp
I’m like a great white shark in this aquarium
When I was young, ain’t no kids out caroling
Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying
In despair, getting paper was imperative
I’m reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint
With lack of parentin’, no one to spare a cent
We suited up in all black and a pair of timbs
And ran up in a local baller’s house “Now lay it down
Motherfucker, show me where it is
I’m about to take that profit”

[Hook]

Going Through Hell

[Hook: Mike Posner]

Driving Cadillacs through the ATL
Trying to make it to Heaven
So I’m going through Hell
Nobody knows my pain
So my cup is full
I’m trying to make it to Heaven
So I’m going through Hell

[Verse 1]

Fucked up as a kid, never finished school
Dad was never home, Mom was miserable
They just got divorced, all I got’s my boys
All of us on drugs, burning packs of ports
Life done ran its course, years went flying by
Homie’s back in jail, I am not surprised
They gave him a second chance, caught his final strike
He probably gon’ die inside, they just gave him life
When life’s unstable I, try to pray but my
Prayers ain’t gettin’ heard, at night I keep begging to God
To show me a way my boss just fired me from my job
Afraid I’ll lose my ride, my payments are way behind
I’m back to selling pills, scared of going to jail
Fighting with my girl, things are looking bad
I’m thinking she’s fucking her ex and I just whooped his ass
My knuckles are bleeding all over the dash in my Cadillac

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Hoping the weed gives me relief
Try to envision the future but how can I possibly succeed
My dreams are bleak, I need to go to church
Hate when people preach, faithfully believe in Jesus
Recently The Devil won’t leave me be
My lady just told me she pregnant and begging that we can keep The baby that she conceived
I wouldn’t consider it, told her we got to get rid of it
Why are you tripping and acting like you don’t remember what we agreed
Was thinking about myself, selfish and overwhelmed
I just paid to kill my unborn child
The guilt was setting in, I felt like filth
There’s people picketing outside this building
Saying I’m going to Hell
But I was just a child, cloudy memory
Some mistakes you make in life are meant to be
But shit will come to pass, sippin’ bumping Kast
Reminiscing ’bout the past in my Cadillac

[Hook]

Wish You Could

[Verse 1]

North side shit, you can find me out on beaver ruin
Up inside a Cutlass or a Buick
Instead of hating on it just salute it
Don’t be sad my car looks better than the one that I see you in
The police pulled me over, I was cooling
Tried to say that I was under the influence
Well I was on the brew and on a pill
Said I got a script, tell em I don’t distribute it
I got a plan, it’s time to execute it
Awhile ago man I was going through it
Now I’m looking like I’m MJ
Dunking on a bunch of Patrick Ewings, like you win
Your money grow, a ton of hoes be chewing
But fuck em, I ain’t into rescuing, but you can
I’m smoking on that Cali when I flew in
But it 770 you know I’m bout to go tattoo it
My crew be kicking it on Steve Reynolds road
You wanna holler, meet me at the Dollar General
I’m with a Slum bitch by the name of Indigo
She known to twerk it like she working on the stripper pole
A playmate, face, body like a centerfold
I get her hooked, leave her squirming on my fishing pole
I get a stack of Benjamins up in a envelope
It’s time to let em know it’s 7-7-0, cause I…

[Hook]

Started in the A, now it’s nation wide
All around the world I be getting love
Look at how I do it, I ain’t got to try
So fly, man it’s in my blood
And I’m sitting straight
I’m living good
Want to hate on me, I wish you would
I’m sitting straight
I’m living good
Getting money that you wish that you could
I put my foot in a brand new pair of Js
Everywhere we go, people stare at us
I was born to be a star, I ain’t got to try
I’m so fly, man it’s in my blood
And I’m sitting straight
I’m living good
Want to hate on me, I wish you would
I’m sitting straight
I’m living good
Getting money that you wish that you could

[Verse 2]

You know I party every day like it’s the weekend
We was getting drunk at 3pm
Eyes leaning like I’m a Korean
Drinking Jameson, has got me feeling European
These bitches showing titties on my DM
Chiefing Colorado in my G-Pen
Haters, they don’t really want no beef, nah
Heaters turn a hater to a vegan, now beat it
I beat them up and leave them on the cement
Swimming in the money, stick your feet in
My tour manager that my TM
He be sending all the bitches to the lobby in the Sleep-Inn
And we ain’t even peaked, this a pre-lim’
My life is like a movie you can sneak in, so peep it
I’m leaning in my Cutlass, playing who’s that creeping in your window
In a ski mask, these motherfuckers sleeping

[Bridge]

Cause I be representing for the north side of Atlanta
I stand out in a crowd so they start pulling out they camera
Bout to speed it up, I slow it down so there ain’t no misunderstanding
That I’m bout to blow, on that dro and that Marilyn Monroe
Arrogant, no, but it’s apparent I’m dope
And they know I

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Internet tripping on my new release
Killing the industry like I went on a shooting spree
My pockets finally growing up, they went through puberty
I spent a couple hundred dollars on my shoes at least
I got your boo stripping, coming out her Gucci jeans
Some ooh wee and a bottle full of booze to drink
And baby blue ’82 Caprice, if you cool I’mma take it down a few degrees
And you know I

[Hook]

Blow

[Verse 1]

I just got some drank, I just hit some herb
Took a couple shots, instantly I got the urge
I called my homie’s phone, he asked me where I am
I told him I’m at the crib, come thru and bring a couple grams
This ain’t every day, this ain’t once a week
But sometimes when I get drunk, all I wanna do is geek
So we started snorting lines, when it drained it tasted sweet
You could tell that shit was good, my mouth was crooked trying to speak
Chillin’ with my homie: me, him, and my girl
When we’re on that cocaine, it’s us against the world
Did 1 line, 2 line, 3 lines, 4 lines, 5 lines in a row
My hands are gettin’ clammy, it’s fuckin’ up my nose
But here I go, I’m on that…

[Hook]

Blow (blow), oh shit
I be on that blow, and I said I’m gon’ quit
I’m fucked up on that blow (blow), oh shit
And I really hope I don’t end up overdosing
Here we go again
I’m on that blow (blow), on that blo-o-ow
On that blow (blow), oh shit
I’m fucked up on that blow (blow), on that blo-o-ow
On that blow (blow), oh shit

[Verse 2]

This blow will make you talk, drinking while we chat
Talking bout our problems, yapping about the past
But that shit is a secret if anybody asks
Trying to come down with them Xanax, we’re popping Lortabs
Last time we was high, my girl done spilled her glass
The coke was on the table, that drink got in the bag
So we started freaking out cause that was all we had
We tried to microwave it, had to throw it in the trash
Seven in the morning, starting to see the sun
Got one more line left, one a piece until it’s done
I pick up a CD case and spill that shit cause I was drunk
But instead of saying fuck it, tried to snort it off the rug
Cause we was fucked up on that…

[Hook]

Blow (blow), oh shit
I be on that blow, and I said I’m gon’ quit
I’m fucked up on that blow (blow), oh shit
And I really hope I don’t end up overdosin’
Here we go again
I’m on that blow (blow), on that blo-o-ow
On that blow (blow), oh shit
I’m fucked up on that blow (blow), on that blo-o-ow
On that blow (blow), oh shit

Here we go again

White Rapper

[Intro]

White boy [x6]

[Verse 1]

Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
Stealing instrumentals off singles, I’d use the tracks
MC Pooh, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
“Tears” from the King and I, was the few I had
Practiced in my room for hours, improved my craft
Bought every artist’s album that I heard
On the song, “Bring It On”, number fourteen
Till death do us part
Wishing that I was from the 5th ward of Houston bad
A white kid from the burbs, bumping 5th Ward boys
Too much trouble and Seag that Odd Squad Cassette
Up in class rapping bum stiggity bum, giggity gangsta gangsta
Biting Spice 1 and Das EFX
Kriss Kross and Method, Redman in my headphones
Blasting “Time Time 4 Sum Aksion”
That’s when then the teacher would get mad
And she would kick me out the classroom
The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom
Up inside the gym, take turns spitting
And beat the bleachers with our hands, tryin to keep the beat
Only white dude that went to my school that spit
Proved I’m sick, and I will eat MCs
I had room to grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach
Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic
Haters talking shit like who, this fake Vanilla Ice
And I don’t care if he’s nice, on my life
I don’t like no white rappers

[Hook]

Growing up it was tough, my family said that I suck
They gave up, I was just a white rapper
But I created a buzz, cause I bust
In the booth, I go nuts, but I’m just a white rapper
Put in work to be dope, and I know that you think I’m a joke
Cause I’m just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, I’m still just a white rapper

[Verse 2]

In ninth grade, I kept getting better, by tenth
I was convinced I’d get a deal
My skills improved a hundred percent
Back then, nobody had studio equipment in their crib
I was the only one that did
I spent my life in that basement
On Cruse Road, up in Eagle Pointe
Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music
We dropped out, dreaming of being on
18 and 31, I would go out and perform
Open mics, where no one’s white
No one likes to clap or give you dap
Clubs you be scared to go inside
Stood at a spot in the hood, 20 miles from home
Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind
Perform for 5 people, or 20 at best
Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects
A ton of fake record company execs saw my talent
And tried their best to convince me they had some to invest
And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us
Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous
To “Stop rapping you piece of shit, it’s not happening
Now act white and grow up, are you trying to embarrass us?”
So I told that girl bye no one’s stoppin stride
Rhymes kept getting better, my buzz was hard to deny
Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy
That put me on, and he’d been through the same struggle as I
A white rapper

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Now the rap game is flooded with rappers
From every nationality, a ton of them crackers
The fact that I finally came up is miraculous
Twenty years later my name is becomin’ established
My album is on the rack at Best Buy
I was at the BET awards, I was sitting right next ta
Luda and Rick Ross, but who woulda thought
I was just at Jim & Nick’s, flipping chicken tenders and French fries
I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living
It feels great to tell em you’re a musician
Until they ask what type of music, I tell ’em I rap
Then they laugh, looking at me, they be like “who are you kidding?”
I be like “Google me bitch,”
They always compare us white boys to one another
“Is your music like his?”
“You should be rich,” “Freestyle,” making stupid requests
Before I made it in music I never used to have shit
Now I got my own crib, I can afford my car
Fans say my music helps them when they’re goin’ through hard times
I speak my mind even when I’m goin’ too far
Even though a part of me agrees with Lord Jamar
We are guests in hip hop, I’m appreciative
That you finally let us in the crib
But I busted my ass to get respect for my craft
In interviews they never forget to mention this
That I’m just a white rapper

[Hook]

Turning Up The Bottle

[Verse 1: Rittz]

He was a cook at a dead-end job, 26-years-old
She moved back to Atlanta,
Fucked over by her father she had got disowned
He was a frustrated rapper
That after so long he done quit and lost hope
She was addicted to meth,
So was everybody living in her household
Both of them worked on the daytime shift
On break time kicked it, the sparks just flew
She said she heard through the grapevine, he had a girlfriend
He told her “Nah we’re through”
But what they had in common was a fucked up life
Shit she experienced, he had gone through, too
Both of them thought that the world was against them
Childhood innocence gone too soon
They hooked up, later she moved in
With him and his parents, she was detoxing
He did meth, too, it helped him write songs
But he quit writing shit the minute she got clean
You would think that things got better but they didn’t
Cause instead of doing drugs they’d just sit around and drink
Day in and day out cause they hate being sober,
They broke as a joke, and they think that

[Hook: Rittz]

Everything is bad, but it all seems OK
When we’re turning up the bottle
Trying to see the sun but the sky seems so gray
Drowning in our sorrow
Oh, oh, o-oh
Turning up the bottle
Oh, oh, o-oh
Drowning in our sorrow

[Verse 2]

His parents kicked him out,
they was sick of the drinking, it was constant
They moved in with her sister
And her fiance at the spot where her mom lived
Now they can drink without a conscience,
No one was there to tell them it was time to grow up
She worked nights at the bar, but they shared one car,
He would pick her up and drive home drunk
When they’re drinking was the only time that life don’t suck
Only problem was, they would fight so much
Had to hide any guns in the house cause they might go nuts
Shoot each other, or they might go fuck
It could go either way, ’09 came, adios to ’08
Both of them got laid off,
So did her mom and her sister
Facing foreclosure with nowhere to stay
No dough put away, Ramon Noodles every night
They applied everywhere to try to get a job
Looking like white trash, wearing hand-me-down clothes
To the job interviews, still nobody ever called
Running out of time, running out of alcohol
Maybe if they sobered up then the shit would change
But instead they keep on emptying the piggy bank
Up in the liquor store buying something cheap to drank, because

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

He went to a specialist
The doctor said he had an ulcer in his stomach
Probably cause he’d eat
And then he’d tried to make himself throw up and vomit
Making room so he could drink
Cause he’s a drunk and he’s a glutton
But the combination’s common
But the fact that he was young
With stomach problems was alarming
But the ulcer wasn’t cancerous,
Right then he made a promise to his mama
He would quit, he’s full of shit he wasn’t honest
Cause he only went a month
And started chugging out the bottle
She was getting sick and always shaking, she’s afraid
Cause everything she ate was coming up
One day she made a date
To see the doctor, told him she’s an alcoholic
So they checked her liver
Noticed the aluminum and fluids were below the level
Plus the color of her skin
And eyes had turned a tone of yellow
Indicating that she may have got cirrhosis of the liver
Or maybe hepatitis
Maybe nothing, told her not to drink a lick of liquor
But she never listens, turning up that bottle…

Next to Nothing

Ya-uh-yeah

Broke and Famous

[Verse 1]

Summertime riding on Sugarloaf
Group of people trying to flag me down and beep their horn
Yelling out the window at me saying “Rittz Bitch!”
“We proud of you Homie, keep it going!”
And my reaction?
I was smiling ear to ear
Off in Sugarloaf Mills shoppin off in Manhattan
Fans asking me shit while I’m picking out clothes
Used to wish that I’d be famous for this rappin then it happened
Homie said I’m snapping I dapped him up
Took a pic for Instagram in Sunglasses Hut
I told him “Post it up and tag me bruh
I follow back, spread the word”
I don’t ask for much and that’s some real shit
One of my friends said “Does that get hard to deal with?”
Fuck no man I’m hoping that I still get
Love five years down the road from now or when it’s over
I’m about to soak it up until then
People staring at me in the restaurant
On the days I want ‘em to nobody notice me
But when I’m in my comfy clothes and leave the house
Someone’s gonna know it’s me and come approach
I see a kid walking to my table
My girlfriend said fuck she ain’t trying to be ungrateful
She just hates that she can’t leave the house without makeup
People post shit on Facebook and end up saying something hateful
Homie wasn’t trying to take a pic of us
He said I can’t believe it’s you I keep up with your stuff
You music got me through a stint in rehab and a bad breakup I relate so much
You’re blowing up now
He said it’s got to feel great that your paid and you made it
I bet your life changed a bunch
I told him everything’s great I done made a little name
Maybe one day the pay will come but I’m

[Hook]

Broke and famous
Taking pics with total strangers
When you’re broke and famous
Everyone knows what your name is
When you’re broke and famous
Kinda feels like I done made it
Still I’m broke and famous
Broke and famous

[Verse 2]

I just made it down to South by Southwest
And hollered at the league of extraordinary G’z
Me and Gabo out there kicking it
Took a picture with the kid he told me keep it Strange
And then he asked me is my album out yet
What? I said yeah motherfucker
Jonny Valiant drop last year, fuck you been?
And then I realized
Just because people recognize you don’t mean they bump your shit
But some people think I done struck it rich
Because my shit is in the stores
And I did a lot of tours
And they seen me in the cypher on the BET awards
I figured I’d get 100,000 Twitter followers, that was that
I didn’t, I’m not complaining this is all fact
Taking flights to LA and New York
Doing radio interviews
Opening huge doors
Money spent is towards your budget
You ate good for a minute
It’s finished and now you got to pay it all back
When I get frustrated gotta fallback
And recall back
When I called that number for le Cordon Bleu
I got to study for my GED
I’m broke as fuck and need a job bad
Fast forward to now my bank account ain’t huge
But this is a decent way to live
I get to do my dream job
Homie working at the wing spot asking me to take a pic cause I’m

[Hook]

Lonely

[Hook]

Been out on the road so long I
Feel like I’m locked out my own life
It could be worse it ain’t like I’m dying
Lonely is my company
Can’t wait to get home and relax
But I’m out here grinding believe that
It could be worse but the fact remains that
Lonely is my company

[Verse 1]

This touring shit ain’t what you think it is
Coming up in this music biz ain’t glamorous
We just left Atlanta drove from Boston to Los Angeles
Somewhere in between I lost my mind like I began to just
Party like I’m trying to die call an ambulance
I almost overdosed again
My time is mostly spent
Alone inside my room at some shitty motor inn
There’s roaches in the shower
But the show is in an hour
When it’s over we inside the van on the road again
Last night I got so drunk that I was comatose I went
And punched a bunch of holes up in the wall and broke my hand
Puking blood from too much liquor tripping snorting coke with fans
One of my closest friends called my phone and asked me how’s it been
Told him man I been…

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

On tour with Tech I had to catch a plane to Hollywood
Mansion in the hills
Shooting Switch Lanes I done made it
Can’t believe it’s real
Right in the middle of us filming got a text from my girl
Pictures of her bloody face
She slit her wrist and fell
Pills in her system
Doctors said she tried to kill herself
Put her in a padded room
Sent her to a mental health
Facility they’re telling me that they won’t let her out
1000 miles away there’s only so much I can do to help
Now my album’s coming out in like a week or so
My videos on MTV
The love of my life is stuck in Georgia Regional
They let her use the phone
She called me and she’s crying
Saying “Get me out!” “I’m trying”
At the meet and greet I’m lying
Like I’m fine, I’ve been dying

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I was out on tour with Snow and Jarren Benton
It’s so embarrassin when
You’re drunk and acting dumb
A ton of strangers there to witness
Late nights with DJ crisis getting drunk and talking business
In the winter overheating
Turning on the air condition
Mostly I was lonely
Talking no one there to listen
Crying in the mirror staring at my own reflection
Drugs and alcohol got me all emotional
Overall I’m in no condition to battle my own addiction
Before you know it though the tour is over so it’s history
Missing Thanksgiving day but hey you made it home for Christmas
You see the one you love and try to pick up where you left it
I love her and I missed her
But she says I’m acting distant
Told her listen I’ve been

[Hook]

Ride It Out

[Verse 1]

Yeah, growin’ up we never knew what we was in for
Got the devil pokin’ at you with his pitchfork
Thinkin’ you’d be old and rich as fuck but now you piss poor
Plus you got a bunch of kids you got to fend for
Baby food and insurance
Ain’t no optimism when you livin’ life that you don’t enjoy
You feel like jumpin’ off the tenth floor
At ya 9 to 5, shoulda been a year since you been employed
Injured, I’m just tryin’ to vent lord
My lady sick as fuck and I can’t get her insured
People at the hospital treated us like trash
No cash for the bills, no check to pay the landlord
I’m trynna write and set a benchmark
But its hard with all the drama in my life I gotta endure
At least I’m not up in the pen for
Somethin’ that I did as a kid, bunch of men without a mentor

[Hook](x2)

Lost in the world, trynna find a way
Caught in the flames with no fire escape
Darkness replacing the brighter days
That’s when I look up in the sky and pray and I beg
God, don’t strike me down
God, don’t strike me down
God, don’t strike me down
If this my life, show me how to ride it out I feel…

[Verse 2]

Ain’t no peaches, Sandy Beaches or no palm trees
Strong armed out of peace like it’s beyond reach
Struggle since the day you had a heartbeat
Ten family members packed in an apartment like they sardines
Thought I had a Ozz beat
Newborn baby covered straight up in a car seat
And dreams of livin’ like the Cosbys, are over when the
Homies that you grow up with are murderers and car thieves
Hustlin’ on the corner in the harsh heat
Ridin’ dirty in a rental car deep PD
Pull you over and cuff you on the concrete
Said you got a warrant you’re involved in a stolen credit card ring
The number of my homies gunnin’ so it daunts me
Wish they were Here to see my name up on the Marquee
We put our glasses up for them and that Cairoc piece
Gettin’ drunk, geeked up, singin’ off key we

[Hook](x2)

[Verse 3]

God please forgive me
I had so much evil in me
As a teen and then we
Turned into grown men with no men to teach me
How to get rid of my demons that seem to send me
Further away from your spirit, I keep descending
And I keep befriending
The wrong people to be depending
On for positive energy but I keep extending
My hand out, family condemning me
My knees are bending
As I pray to you
I try to walk a straight line but the rope that’s underneath my feet is flimsy
But I promise if I fall off, I’ll keep attempting
And I know you heard that a hundred times, I keep on sinning
Been a loser all my life so it’s hard envisioning me winning
In the name of Jesus, amen, I pray, I hope my life’ll have a peaceful ending
Cause I’m

[Hook](x2)

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  • Nijal Martin

    good shit! great album!

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