[Verse 1: Rittz] This rap shit ain't a movie Online gettin' turned on by a bunch of male groupies That said they gonna shoot me or do something to me When they see me them imaginary bullets go through me Ask anyone who know me in the rap game say that I'm cool But you should watch how you pursue me I find it confusing these dudes click on my dick so hard It's like they grew a coochie, homie you canoeing Up shit creek, a thick beef stew was brewing You talk about it so much I wish that you would use your toolie On yourself, blow your brains out, plus you suck at rappin' If I was you I would do tattooing, you stupid Thinkin' I'ma argue with you online So you could try to get views boo-hooing Talking shit about me and all I do is keep it cool with motherfuckers Now I'm startin' to feel the hugest mood swing If the beef wasn't with me why would you include me? 'Cause it takes a while to text you back? So many rappers sittin' there trashing They expect I'm gonna let them have A feature for free and get so mad because I'm busy and can't do it Really that's what all this 'bout? I feel like I got so many enemies I cannot keep count Even homies I grew up with are mad I blew up and wanna knock me down But I'm like Rocky Balboa can't count me out And I ain't dumb I've been around tommy guns before But I'm not the one to be gunnin' for And this is karma you started it shut the fuck up country boy You disrespected me I ain't tryna' say I've been a G I'm just me I hate their negative energy Somebody should've told 'em let me be This shit is stress relief, the haters rest in peace, cause [Chorus: Rittz] It's the day of the dead Better watch where you're making your bed Watch where you're layin' your head Why the fuck would you say what you said about me Don't try to come around me, nah It's the day of the dead Better watch where you're making your bed Watch where you're layin' your head Why the fuck would you say what you said about me Don't bring them dudes around me, nah Cause I ain't with that bullshit [Verse 2: Rittz] I cannot relate or understand A man that goes online to hate another man Pussy boy they just type away I'm tryin' hard not to write them a reply, but can't And all the lames that all rhyme the same On every record I'm guessing that they ain't musically inclined They made the kind of statements Oh, you saying Switch Lanes sound the same As Heaven and Living the Dream and I could name A bunch more: Crown Royal, Call 911 You can tell the difference between the flow on Blow and Wishin' My Interview didn't you listen? I always switch it up I'm thinking that these drones are slow And they can't break down rhyme schemes Heated cause they can't out rhyme me And I ain't ever changing to try to get signed And I ain't animating like say I'm Tech N9ne But If you get me on a feature it's a straight up crime scene It seems like every year that pass I gotta' remind you I came through on my debut like make room Its still the total opposite of shit from my sophomore And still ain't got a sponsor from Monster Jumping off the stage to hit a guy that flipped me off at my concert They call me every name in the book From white Tech to fat Yelawolf, see a friend jealous look When they shaking my hand like I can't tell what's good Cause I can't go and put people on just because, man Man I wish that I was rich as you was thinking I was Homies catching feelings acting like a bitch with a grudge They liked it better when I was broke and depressed with a job I tour three times a year if you mean what you said And when you see me in your city tell me face to face Cause you ain't real just another screen naming lame Get out your black face paint and pray cause [Chorus: Rittz] It's the day of the dead Better watch where you're making your bed Watch where you're layin' your head Why the fuck would you say what you said about me Don't try to come around me, nah It's the day of the dead Better watch where you're making your bed Watch where you're layin' your head Why the fuck would you say what you said about me Don't bring them dudes around me, nah Cause I ain't with that bullshit
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