My Interview
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So tell me, who is Rittz?
That's a stupid question
Bitch, Rittz is me
A white boy from Guinett county Georgia
Been doing it for some years and never gave up
Now I get to live my dream
And, when did you start to rap?
I think I started to rap back in '92
some dude that I rode the bus with
Tried to get the ghetto boys and I was hooked
So, how'd your family act?
About the fact i rap they used to hate it
Saying I was acting black pull your pants up boy
Mom and dad would snap
I had to the lumber Jack with the hat to match
did you make good grades?
Hell no I been flunked
Seventh grade eighth grade ninth grade and up
I got caught selling weed and
Everyday they would check my book bag for drugs
Where did you get the name Rittz from?
That's another dumb question
Are you a dumb bitch?
It's obvious that I got the name after the cracker
Because I'm white, please next subject
You got an attitude huh?
I apologize
Plus I'm a little drunk and I'm always tired
I done answered these questions like a thousand times
And they still don't know my name and it's like
Everybody's asking all this shit about me
Wondering where I came from
Questionin my surroundings
And the same motherfuckers that dap me
Be the haters that used to doubt me
And I'm trying to answer these questions but my memories just too cloudy for
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(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A getting fucked up for)
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(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A bitch stop for)
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(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A have you sittin' for)
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(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you be?)
Was it hard to come up in Atlanta?
Ye kinda sucked
If you need this type of shit the players have to claw
And these strippers don't dance and the radio don't play
And besides showing no signs of law
God damn right
There's a ton of us that represent so hard
Don't let the word suburb throw you off
bout people that moved and got their head blown off
I heard you rap about drugs a lot
You probably would too if you grew up with the shit I've seen
16 I was sniffing things, the shit changed in '96 when the Olympics came
What you mean?
Everybody getting mama came to G-C
Try and home invasions on robbers week
Kept running from the G.C.P.D.
'Cause the crime rate kept increasing weekly
But is that a set you could you rhyme about?
Fuck yeah so many nights been spending in my mama's house
Geeked up and scared that I might die trying to ride tonight
But to change the subject, what's up with your hair
God damn why do people care
Got grown me coming up to me when it's tucked in like
Please say you didn't cut your hair
And I swear it's like
Everybody's asking all this shit about me
Wondering where I came from
Questioning my surroundings
And the same motherfuckers that dap me
be the haters that used to doubt me
And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memories just too cloudy for
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(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A getting fucked up for)
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(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A bitch stop for)
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(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A have you sittin' for)
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(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you be?)
So Yelawolf discovered you,right?
He said if he ever got the chance he would put me on
And when he did, I owe him everything
So if anybody fuck with my dude they dead
So is it still slumAmerican?
Of course it is
Warrup shawty fat warrup stroll
Warrup new port, warrup wim
I'm about to kill shit
Can't nobody stop us dog
What do you say to those who say you rap too fast?
Don't listen to the view that are ready to rhyme
They cost you nothin' pending no mind
Old soap both fuck a little linen a lot
You gettin' money now, right?
I came October off 20 grand
I put it down pay down my new carpet
My manager's off now I got like 16
I go out of town again
How'd your girlfriend dealing with your new success
When I'm gone on the road all she does is cry
And the dudes she would cheat and is sleeping with her
When I'm using and chilling getting drunk and high
Last question, do you think the world is ready for a fat long hair bitch shit like you?
Fuck yeah bitch indeed I do, and I guess I gotta make you a believer too, it's like
Everybody's asking all this shit about me
Wondering where I came from
Questioning my surroundings
And the same motherfuckers that damned me
Bitter haters that used to down me
And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memories just too cloudy for
My interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A getting fucked up for)
My interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A bitch stop for)
My interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A have you sittin for)
My interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you be?)
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