I don’t need much , take a puff of the wax pen

We in Colorado Springs, the dispensary was hooking up the gift bags

I’m relaxin, that Gorilla Glue dropped the bomb on me like The Gap Band

Uh, poppin xannies like they candy cuz if not then I’m a mad man

Takin shots on top of it, I'm talking then

Sounding like a mumble rapper with a fake down south accent

Chief Jinks on my side, keep his eyes on my back like a dash cam

Any feature will get lit up like a matchstick

They be covering their face and ducking like they gonna do a dab dance

Yeah, I’m fat with some fast hands

Drunk vision like a camera with a cracked lens

Take a fat bitch, fuck her from the ass end

Bed-bath-pussy smelling like a big mouth bass fish… just playing

Class clown, never got to throw my cap as a graduate

First period, we laughing on acid

Half of the class didn’t pass on they math quiz

Glad that this rap shit happened

Haven’t adapted to acting, having to ass kiss

Fuck no, you could blow me like you play the trombone

Let em choke on my dick like it’s a gag gift

Rappers coming up to me like what the price tag is on a feature?

Shit, I could do it for the three I guess

Just send the cheese and the beat, I bet

The second that I send it back they gon rewrite theirs

To me it ain’t quite fair, but so be it

We ain’t in the same weight class

Fuck it, they already paid cash

I’m high, eating Five Guy’s fries

Five guys, be the same amount of rappers that it take to make a Drake track

I’m a Drake fan

Look, I done came to grips with the fact that my favorite rappers quit

And I had to take a pick, is it Drake, is it J. Cole or Kendrick?

Kendrick got the win

I’m just wishing Eminem, Scarface, Outkast, Jiggaman would have warned us this would be the end

These other guys they don’t keep me intrigued, influenced and inspired

The same cadences on every record, the same BPM

But I’d rather listen to country than EDM

Up in the charger with the

Yo, Gotti is dope

Money is close

Under your nose

Runnin' we both

Gotta go

Having you blow

Money, we ballin like we globe

Trottin and no

Body can go

Copy the rope

But if they don't

Got it you need to go get a ghost-writer

And don’t, plot on me homie

You gon end up with your nose, bloody

Now go, study the greats

Get the Goonie Mob’s Soul Food studying the thought process

All I hear is a blood nonsense, rappers speaking third person

And said they got a god complex

Whatchu, Juan Valdez? You a character?

Loch Ness, daddy long legs getting caught up in my cobwebs

Shot up in my conquest, not even a contest

Get your whole squad jacked, watch how much you broadcast...

I’m-not, the-kind, to-turn-a-blind, eye-to-why

I’m the underdog who never gets the credit I deserve

They try to hold me back on purpose people scared of what I did already

Time-after-time, labels-sign, dime a dozen artists

You could argue who the hardest but regardless every album that I drop is critically acclaimed

And people say I’m legendary

I know, I know, tell me something I don’t

I’m a headliner, homie, I’m no side show

Might go in front of me and I throw spirals

Shining like a Michael in a jacket made of rhinestones

My go, my go, I ain’t scared to climb no, mountain

I done came this far and did it with a blind fold

I’m so ice cold, on the mic

Just dropped, Tiger Wood’s mugshot, I go viral

I'm no Myro, White Gold chain with a snake and bat logo

See the diamonds, hit the high note

Hoping Tech N9ne know I try to do my best to represent what he created and

Appreciate the shine shown

We the artist, CNT, it’s a movement

It started out with the homies wrapping in the gutter

Strange Music introduced me to world

Number 2 if you’re talkin bout numbers, motherfucker

It’s Rittz, Bitch

Outro:

[ Rittz: I’m sick, bitch. For real, I’m sick

Woman: What’s wrong, baby?

Rittz: I’m not feeling so well

Woman: You want me to get you anything? Any food? Want me to get you a drink or something?

Rittz: You know what would really make me feel good right now?

Woman: What?

Rittz: Make me feel a lot better

Woman: What would make you happy, baby?

Rittz: If you suck my dick

Woman: Fuck you… ]