For Real - Rittz

So you know I’m bout to K.I.L.L

People say I’m crazy maybe so I need to go and take a P.I.L.L

They should lock me up and throw away the key and put me in a C.E.L.L

They say they don’t like the way I’m spitting fuck 'em they can go to H.E.L.L

For R.E.A.L.

LET’S GO

Don’t play me man it’s kill or be killed

Fuck with me now blood is getting spilled on the field

I’m going crazy no refill on my pills

Ain’t no use in anybody trying to tell me to chill, or cool off,

cause the screws off

In my head ain’t tight they loose ya’ll better try ta get a move on,

get a u-haul, dog, a Ryder truck

Before I slice you up and put your body in the boondocks

I was doing it when Busta was saying Woo Ha!

When Boyz II Men was the shit and was singing Doo-Wop

We was sticking two Phillies together calling 'em ooh-wops what you mad nobody

knew who you was

Man, a brew buzz, wasn’t never enough

We crushed anything we knew that we could toot up

Our nostril, we pop pills and do bumps

Falling out the sky like parachuters

Who wants drama wanna come and rumble with the champ

Better not be on no weak shit

Cause when it comes to rap I got it locked like it’s a prison camp,

these little kids can scram

Or tell 'em bow down kiss the hand

When they get put in their place at first they wouldn’t embrace me now their

faced with admitting that I got what it takes

And I’m a stay killing records tell 'em murders the case, until the day they

consider me as one of the greats, I’m bout to…

K.I.L.L.

people say I’m crazy maybe so I need to go and take a P.I.L.L

They should lock me up and throw away the key and put me in a C.E.L.L

They say they don’t like the way I’m spitting fuck em they can go to H.E.L.L

For R.E.A.L.

LET’S GO

Here I come tell 'em bombs away

And when I say that I’m coming that means I’m probably cumming on your baby

mamas face

This shit’s easy I put on some Drake

We drank yellow tail Chardonnay and that was all it takes

I’m taking over so wake up and smell the coffee cakes

These other guys are fake they talk a lot but wouldn’t squash a grape

Don’t discombobulate them with me we are not the same, get out my lane,

put on your breaks, and taste the marmalade

The fact I’m winning got you jelly

Your hype is dying down now your record isn’t selling

Your pride got you too competitive and scared of failing

You chilling in the club and they like Rittz is in the building

And it’s killing you, any who

I be in a kiddie pool with liquor and some hoes these other rapper’s are

miniscule

Anybody that’s coming at me can get it too, take it too far and end up kissing

my tennis shoe

Now let me see your titties boo, cause all I see is pics of your kids on the

internet

No body wanna see them, we can be friends

We can pretend that it’s cheese dip on your face when we know it’s really semen

Let your knees bend and show the homies the bulls eye

Move ya booty like you was trying to hula hoop

My God, now suck it like you was bout to use a Hoover vacuum

That dude is stupid in the booth I

K.I.L.L.

people say I’m crazy maybe so I need to go and take a P.I.L.L

They should lock me up and throw away the key and put me in a C.E.L.L

They say they don’t like the way I’m spitting fuck em they can go to H.E.L.L

For R.E.A.L.

LET’S GO

We drinking like Hank Williams and smoking like Willie Nelson, you betta try to

hire Van Helsing

Or a monster killa homie cause no one can help them

Jealous of me cause I make the shit that nobody else can

I’m the long haired red-headed rapper that be showing out

On every single record other rappers bout to blow em out

The water it’s a slaughter why you talking shit you motor mouth

These motherfuckers adding up to no amount they know I’m bout to

K.I.L.L.

people say I’m crazy maybe so I need to go and take a P.I.L.L

They should lock me up and throw away the key and put me in a C.E.L.L

They say they don’t like the way I’m spitting fuck em they can go to H.E.L.L

For R.E.A.L.

LET’S GO