Artist: Rittz
Album:  Top of the Line
Song:   MVP
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Rittz]
Uh, ya-uh, uh
Ya-uh, ya-uh-yeah
Uh, ya-uh, yeah, uhh, yeah

[Rittz]
Go 'head and roll the red carpet out, cause everywhere I walk on a martyr route
Just when you thought the game was garbage and watered down
I came to be the savior, seen 'em wadin in the water
Started preyin on 'em sorta like a shark or a crocodile
Uh, I got bars like I was brought up with Slaughterhouse
But say my name and you'll get sought out and shot up, BLAOW
I got a quarter ounce of soft and a lot of Crown
And a bitch that wanna party, grab my card and I'll chop it out
Her heart was beatin uncontrollably
She dialed 9-1-1 and told the operator "Sorry, I pocket dialed"
I told her to walk it out
But now she calmin down enjoyin it, annoyin bitch keep tryna blow me with cotton mouth
I told her gag on it, started makin her cry
That turned me on, that's why I came before her make up could dry
I want the bitch to leave, can't find a way to say it polite
I told her there's an Uber waitin, started wavin goodbye
"That never happened, what happened was" - rappers say this a lot
But y'all don't mind like it's okay to get away with the crime
But it ain't shit to me cause breakin 'em off is just like a day at +The Office+
And I don't mean the local paper supply
Get it? Dwight, Jim; my pen's lightning
I've been vibrant, fight for a sizable time spent
I get bent 'til my eyes squint
I'm in IHOP havin steak with scrambled eggs on the side
When fans be comin up to catch a flick cause I'm one of the best there is
Bitches lookin impressed from all the freshness that I exhibit
People say I rap too fast then play this track and reference it
And then forgave theyself for ever questioning my excellence
When it comes to self-expression I'm a specialist
I pack a weapon for protection, I ain't wrestling
They actin deaf like they don't hear me though
They characters, they imitate like Jake the Snake and Rey Mysterio
Serial/Cereal, killer leave you dead and left like "Cheerio!"
Talk so much online it's like I watch you dig your burial
Pop up on you when I'm on the road, you lookin shocked like you forgot
that I was real, like what you thought this was, The Jerry Show?
Your reign on the top was temporary though
I'm shinin on 'em like a diamond from Sierra Leone
On a high note they can't compare me to they baritone
Watch your mouth, I got the knockout power of a Larry Holmes
Industry, triple G, switching the delivery
Just to see how many people dissin me, kiss the ring
Seem like yesterday they used to push with the soliciting
Get you talk 'bout Rittz so bad it's like I had a skin disease
Probably see me in your city, Mr. Freeze, slicker G's
Cooper said he got no bullets steady whistling
Got the pistol whizzin by your head, used to flex like you was tough
What the fuck? You got muscular dystrophy?
You don't want me as an enemy - Rodney Dangerfield of rap
I get no respect, I'm 'bout to take what they don't give to me
Drink so much my liver need a detox
And me it probably be thought, that I was about to blow with no Freon
A big reality check and then I came to a complete stop
Funny seven years later I would be on
And I'll be here for eons, my name up in the neon
light, Clintel Crew, Rittz up in this biatch!

It's funny everybody wanna envy me
They wanna envy me
Cause I'm the, cause I'm the motherfuckin MVP
I kept it S-T-R-A-N-G,-E... {*echoes*}
Ya-uh, ya-uh, ya-uh-yeah
I'm the MVP
I kept it S-T-R-A-N-G,-E... {*echoes*}
Uh, ya-uh, ya-uh-yeah
This right here is for all y'all motherfuckers
who say all I do is rap fast
This for your motherfuckin wack ass
Fuck you, your crew, and your motherfuckin hashtag
I'm the MVP
I kept it S-T-R-A-N-G,-E... {*echoes*}

[Outro: woman]
Hey baby, I just got your flowers
I miss you so much too
I can't wait 'til you come home to me
I love you, bye...