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bring me down - rittz lyrics

[intro: rittz]
yeah, dj chris crisis on the cuts
c*lance on the track
yeah

[verse 1: rittz]
they said they wanted buzz, i thought they wanted xanax’s
they wanna hear me write my pins like a mechanic’s wrench
they told me spit, i did right on the can and camera lens
misunderstanded them like randall f*cking a hispanic b*tch
watching the spanish channel, hammer *n*lyze brianna
listen, stand me by the best, bet that impress the panelists
if not, then f*ck the many lists, “hottest top 10 in the game”
blog sites don’t even mention my name
on the list of upcoming releases
i got love for the blogs, but some dumb as doug bundy
i’m seeing a bunch of d*list rappers, they ain’t sold no records before
never did serve on successful consecutive tours
f*cking on executive floors, parting like an 80s band
but i ain’t in to rock and roll, we only playing em
getting wasted, break a limb, f*cking up the comforters
snorting line, my nose feel like the size of snuffleupagus
[?] wondering what the ruckus was
stunting, jumping off the bus and hopping into muscle cars
challengers, malibu’s, blue buick, [?]
there are not a lot that’s f*cking with me in my era
pair of air jordan’s on clintel apparel
ever since a kid i dreamed to be a millionaire
i swear i see the picture and it’s slowly coming clearer
this is what you wanna hear? then i be in a city near ya
[chorus: rittz]
when the crew’s by
when i’m in your city, throw the deuce i
f*ck the negativity ’cause i’ma do my
d*mn thing and i ain’t scared no matter who try
who try to bring me down?
they gon’ have to give the king his crown
they gon’ have to give the king his crown

[verse 2: merkules]
remember i ain’t had no pot to p*ss, they doubting my accomplishments
they sour now they talking sh*t, they find out there’s a consequence
decepticon when the weapons are drawn
i got this clout all by myself without the threads and your blogs
i’m thomas jefferson, address me as the president of
i sent the precedence, i never been too friendly with y’all
listen, i cut their guts out like i’m holding up a philly blunt
soon to be a legend, you should probably save my ticket stub
they say my sh*t is sicker than syphilis when it’s itchy
for 50 bucks, your chick’ll suck a d*ck until the spitter comes
listen up, you little sissy’s sipping through a sippy*cup
they took away my license, all i do is make hits and run, get it
so f*ck the critics and award shows
pull the trigger, hear the cl!cks, the clip’ll hit you in your torso
these idiots are frivolous, i’ll spit this sh*t in morse code
ha, like delivery, delicio, digiorno
rich called me and spit*balled me some ideas
hit ’em back like “i hear ya, og, you a pioneer”
we put the game together like new chairs from ikea
less cheers, it’s been 10 years b*tch, i’m still here
the homie got sober so i’m drinking his crown
ain’t no bringing me down, my lifestyle’s different now
i see a moshpit, i drop the mic and get in the crowd
went from a trap, to an apartment, to a crib, to a house
[chorus: rittz]
when the crew’s by
when i’m in your city, throw the deuce i
f*ck the negativity ’cause i’ma do my
d*mn thing and i ain’t scared no matter who try
who try to bring me down?
they gon’ have to give the king his crown
they gon’ have to give the king his crown

[verse 3: snak the ripper]
give me the crown, f*ck around and get the drama lit
was touring the globe while you was sucking on your mama’s tit
hit the marijuana quick, smash the f*cking stage up
’cause i’m back on my nirvana sh*t, i’m calm as jeffrey dahmer get
self bomber sh*t, play the beat and i demolish it
pull my p*ck*r out my pants so you can try and polish it
f*ck a blogger, any media source acknowledgement
they faker than these b*tches with their faces full of collagen
i’ma do it for the dollar sign ’cause bottom line i just bought a nine
if you f*ck with mine, i’ll turn your smile to columbine
it’s the independent hustle, b*tch you know you gotta grind
f*ck a record label, i ain’t signing on no bottom line
i’m a man with the method to bring in the pain
the hunger of an underdog, became a king in the game
i’m living on the brink of insane, you think that i’m playing?
yo ever since my father died, i ain’t been thinking the same
i’m calculated and that’s how i made it this far
it all started with vandalism, i’ve been making my mark
i’ve been lurking out in the shadows, ain’t afraid of the dark
say whatever you want about me, i don’t take it to heart
take a look at my face and you can see i’m cold as a rock
pushing that chris white five*liter, rolling the block
loaded and locked, holding my c*ck, don’t know when to stop
yo i ain’t never been underground, my sh*t is over the top
[chorus: rittz]
when the crew’s by
when i’m in your city, throw the deuce i
f*ck the negativity ’cause i’ma do my
d*mn thing and i ain’t scared no matter who try
who try to bring me down?
they gon’ have to give the king his crown
they gon’ have to give the king his crown

- rittz lyrics

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