Artist: Rittz
Album:  Last Call
Song:   Side Note *
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

* digital deluxe edition bonus track

[Intro: woman]
Damn, I'm feelin so good right now
I'm chillin, you wanna smoke? Here

[Rittz]
I don't need much, take a puff on the wax pen
We in Colorado Springs
The dispensary was hookin up the gift bags, I'm relaxin
That Gorilla Glue +Dropped a Bomb on Me+ like The Gap Band
Uhh, poppin Xannies like they candy
cause if not then I'm a mad man
Takin shots on top of it, I'm talkin then
Soundin 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 coverin they face and duckin 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 smellin like a big mouth bass fish
Just playin, class clown
Never got to throw my cap as a graduate
First period we laughin on acid
Half of the class didn't pass on they math quiz
Glad that this rap shit happened
Haven't adapted to actin, havin 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 comin 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'll 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, eatin Five Guy's fries
Five guys be the same amount of writers that it take to make a Drake track
I'm a Drake fan, look, I done came to grips
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 wishin Eminem
Scarface, OutKast, Jigga Man
would've warned this would be the end
These other guys they don't keep me intrigued, influenced and inspired
The same cadences on every record, 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, how do you blow
money? We ballin like we Globe-trotting and no-
-body can go, copy the rope, but if they don't
Got it you need to go and 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 Goodie Mob's "Soul Food"
studyin the thought process
All I hear is about nonsense
Rappers speak in third person and say they got a god complex
What you Juan Valdez? You a character?
Loch Ness, daddy long legs gettin 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 somethin I don't
I'm a headliner homie, I'm no side show
Might go in front of me and I throw spirals
Shinin like I'm 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 blindfold
I'm so ice cold on the mic
Just dropped Tiger Wood's mugshot, I go viral
I ain't no {?} rope
White gold chain with a Snake and Bat logo, see the diamonds, hit the high note
Hopin Tech N9ne know I try to do my best
to represent what he created and appreciate the shine shown
We the artist, CNT is a movement
It started out with the homies rappin in the gutter
Strange Music introduced me to world
#2 if you're talkin 'bout numbers

[Outro: Rittz]
Muh'fucker it's Rittz, bitch
I'm sick bitch, for real I'm sick
(What's wrong baby?) I'm not feelin so well
(You want me to get you anything? Any food?
Want me to get you a drink or somethin?)
You know what would really make me feel good right now? (What?)
Make me feel a lot better? (What would make you, happy baby?)
If you suck my dick (tch, fuck you)