Side Note

Lyrics

[Damn, I'm feeling so good right now. I'm chilling. You want to smoke? ] 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… ]