Artist: Rittz Album: Last Call Song: Down For Mine Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Yeah! Top range shit, ya dig? That A-Town shit, ya feel me? This that real rap shit! All these overrated ass motherfuckers This that first class shit, twat ass boy It's Rittz, bitch! [Rittz] 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 20, 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 pick-up They depict us to be redneck Let my bread stack 'til I'm in a Benz truck Limo tint, gotta wipe a pimp down with a lint brush Ooh-wee, Louie symbol on my shoe, blew two G's, too clean Groupies turnin up, they wanna fuck and turn the bus into a nude scene, that's routine Fuck the YouTube views and your news feed cause your whole style is wack You get 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 This mumble rap's in style, you be tryin hard to sound relaxed You take words and pronounce 'em 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 strugglin to get a deal Through the valley and the hills like you tryna win the Tour De France You can't tell me I don't kill shit Turn me up with a Coupe de Ville feel in a foreign car Been ten years and I'm still lit Love my Colorado homies and it's 20 past 4 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 rappin now for spazzin out, so tell 'em when they ask around [Chorus 2X: Rittz] I get down (down) Down for mine, down for mine I get down (down) Down for mine, down for mine I get down (d-d-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 [Rittz] That's truth that you can't dispute It's C-N-T in this bitch, what a man'll do Got Dick Tracy attention too I'd be the same ol' me if I wore tight pants and boots Is that a diss? Incorrect, get an 'X' like "ERRNT" 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 smilin for the camera crew I'm gettin bands of loot, no 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 They 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 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 [Chorus]