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Artist: Rittz
Album:  Last Call
Song:   Lose My Cool
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Rittz]
A-A, A-Town shit, A-A, A-Town shit (yeah)
A-A, A-Town shit, Northside, A-Town shit
A-A, A-Town shit, A-A, A-Town shit
A-A, A-Town shit, Northside, A-Town shit

[Rittz]
Northside Atlanta ambassador back for more
The second I seen 'em mash record
I'm spazzin on 'em if they're askin for it
The first to put it on the map so don't be actin like I passed the torch
Ain't got the patience for the back and forth
The murder rap has got me on a wanted poster with a cash reward
I'm short-tempered, these boys better be glad I'm on
When I was young, I would jack you for your pack of 'ports
They know me at the local package store and give me discounts
Thirty minutes out from Midtown
Where we sip Crown Royal, someone swole, they get drunk and run they big mouth
then somebody punch 'em, they unconscious for the ten count
This rap game is similar to bein back in school again
cause all my crew is in the building and the in-crowd
It's cool to be lame nowadays
So excuse me if my attitude is "Who the fuck are you to say what's in style?"
Red 'fro, retro, Atlanta got the red look
I be turnin heads everywhere you see me step foot
Check stub full of commas, told you I was next up
Rollin through Gwinnett I hit up both and now we're ThiSta
Made a play on Pleasant Hill rollin through Sonesta
Phone ringin, I don't answer so they blow my text up
Goin the speed limit, police are eager to arrest ya
Plus I had a lot of drink, I'd probably fail the breatha-
-lyzer test, change it up, I'm back to rhymin, I confess
I think I'm the best beside a couple guys alive or dead
Runnin over rivals, tire tread, their entire head
busts just like a virus spreadin virally and I infect
non-believers, fightin like a fly inside my spider web
'til they give me my respect, climbin up a flight of stairs
Finessin rhymin since the first Vanilla Ice was said
Ain't nobody try me yet, I just pray to God, I said

[Chorus: Rittz]
Forgive them for they sins, my Lord, they know not what they do
I've been tryin to ignore the things they say to ruin my mood
They don't know what I've been goin through lately, if they only knew
They'll watch the shit they say before they make me lose my, cooooool...
Fuck around and lose my, cooooool
A-A, A-Town shit, A-A, A-Town shit
A-A, A-Town shit, Northside, A-Town shit

[Rittz]
What you know about being the only white boy deep in the hood
in the city waitin for hours tryin to do a song?
You hit the stage, you could tell they wanna boo you off
before you even get started, you gotta prove 'em wrong
Or say fuck 'em, my chain tuck 'em, my jewelry on
Go head and pull your gun, I hope you're shootin to kill
The few screws that I have inside my head already loose
Go head and shoot me, I'm suicidal, I'd do it myself
I might've got a record deal cause I rap good
But before you ever heard of me I earned my respect
I kept it cool with people, some were scared to come to my crib
Stories goin around Gwinnett about the ones who got they ass whooped
by the cash drawer, blamin me for what my boys did
Moreland oh damn bind over Jorland
Homie RJ's shortin 'em for dollar bills
People pullin pistols on me sayin "Who this white boy is?"
And I ain't sayin this to try to be hard but I ain't afford no games
Don't believe me had some boys act strange
They done toured with me, can be sure
that they knew if someone pissed me off I'd swang 9-8
Homie shot a lady and a baby, point blank range
And he set 'em on fire in the trunk of a car
My best friend in sixth grade killed a lady for nothin
Now he's a manager at Denny's, servers call him The Boss
The point I'm tryna get across is I got a heart
I don't wanna harm anyone but I'ma finish what they start
Got an emptiness and dark side in me cause I'm scarred
People start to think you're soft when you're caught without your guard
Thinkin you're an entertainer and the odds of gettin got
Talkin shit ain't gonna happen, get the addy where you are
Pull up on you with the crew up in your car
Fuck a fade, we gon' stomp you like we puttin out a fire, pray to God like

[Chorus]