Die - Rittz

Ya-uh Yeah

Slum Shit

Yeah

What you mean you don’t like my shit?

Well, it’s obvious that you don’t have no taste and your opinions suck

And I don’t expect to be everybody cup of tea

But don’t act like I ain’t killing everything I touch

I crush every record I’m on

So holla if you wanna get a feature while the price is right

See I try to be friendly, til MCs offend me

And now it’s time for y’all to kiss the nice guy good bye

Besides, everyone hanging around me is a big shot

When is it appropriate for me to act like one?

I try to be humble among you motherfuckas

But some of you frontin' really lookin' mad I won

And done what I done already it’s barely begun

It’s scary cause everyone’s wary and they say when I come

Wearin' my hair like it’s hilarious tell me what’s funny

They running when they see me drunk and my gun

Dumpin' they know they’re gonna die…

Die

Haters step aside, they wanna fuck with me

I swear to God, I’ll kill 'em 'til they show respect, or not

And everybody’s gonna

Die

Dead, shedding blood

I got the grave digger diggin' ya plot

I got ya body rottin' deep in the ground

Cause everybody gonna

Die

I’m not used to this music shit

I guess that I’m cut from a different cloth

Photographers, bloggers, producer pricks

And musicians as a whole are starting to piss me off

Not all, just some of them rub me wrong

Is it possible that everyone’s an entrepreneur?

Talking to you like they a Hollywood star

And you should be lucky that they even let you get your foot in the door

All I hear is an ear full of manure

I don’t know how much more I can ignore, they just tryin too hard

To be cool, and cuttin edge and wiggle they fucking dreads

I feel like I’m surrounded by dorks and corn balls galore

Does anybody know I’m up?

I’m torn

I’m going off on 'em and I’m continuing the manure

Maybe I should have my boys tie 'em up with the phone cord

At gun point and tell em hit the floor

Cause everybody gon' die

Die

Haters step aside, they wanna fuck with me

I swear to God, I’ll kill 'em 'til they show respect, or not

And everybody’s gonna

Die

Dead, shedding blood

I got the grave digger diggin' ya plot

I got ya body rottin' deep in the ground

Cause everybody gonna

Die

It’s Jonny Valiant: the head turner

I turned to a head hunter

I bet if I met — one of your girls I got head from her

And came on the bed comforter and she didn’t swallow it

I zipped up my denims and then I gave her a fake number

And told her to «Hit me up, it’s totally cool ho,»

My homie co-signed me so I came in and bull-dozed

My way in the industry any rapper offended

And wanna test me let me know I’ll get to cover ya tombstone

I cock away all the way pull my weapon and draw

Homie by the way, I don’t play, disrespect me I brawl

Take your life away by the way I’m as deadly as Saw

I’ll prolly be a killer 'til I’m George Jefferson bald

Look at 'em all running for cover, they panicking

Frantically, they don’t even stand a chance with me

My plan’s to be famous and get a bad bitch

Maybe Casey Anthony’ll marry me

Then everybody gone die