Rittz - My Interview lyrics

-So tell me.. who is Rittz? That's a stupid question b**h , Rittz is me A white boy from windy county Georgia Been doing for some years never gave up Now I get to live my dream -And.. when did you start to rap? I think I started to rap back in '92 I got to rhyme with Snoop Or some dude that I rode the bus with Tried to get the boys for me when I went to school -So.. how'd your family act? About the fact of rap they used to hate it Instead I was actin' blat, pull your pants up boy Mom and dad would snap sponsored links I had to grab Uncle Jack with the hat to match -Would you make good grades? Hell no I been flown Seventh grade eigth grade ninth grade enough I got still from selling weed and never came back Everyday it would check my book bag for d** -Where did you get the name Rittz from? That's another dumb question Are you a dumb b**h? It's obvious that I got the name after the crack Because I'm white, please next subject -You got an attitude honey? I apologize Plus I'm a little drunk and I'm always tired I don't answer these questions a thousand times And please still don't know my name and I'm a God It's like (Hook) Everybody's asking all this sh** about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherf**ers that damned me Bitter haters that used to down me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memories just too cloudy for My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A getting f**ed up for..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A b**h stop for ..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A have you sittin for..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you be?) -Was it hard to come here in Atlanta? Ye kinda soft If you need this type of sh** the players have to claw And these strippers don't dance and the radio don't play And besides showing no signs of law God damn right There's a ton of us to represent so hard Don't let the worse off burn you off How people moved in get their hair blown off -I heard you rap about d** alot, You probably would too if you grew up on a shed of sea 16 I was with the things, the sh** changed in '96 the left came -What you mean? Everybody getting mama get their JC Try and home invasions on robbers week Kept running from the JCPD 'Cause the crime rate kept increasing weekly -But is that a set you could you rhyme about? f** yes so many nights been spending in my mama's house Geeked up and all scared that I might be thinking I'm die trying to ride tonight -But to change the subject, what's up with your hair God damn why do people care Got raw man coming under me when it's something like Please say you didn't cut her this affair And I swear it's like (Hook) Everybody's asking all this sh** about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherf**ers that damned me Bitter haters that used to down me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memories just too cloudy for My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A getting f**ed up for..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A b**h stop for ..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A have you sittin for..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you be?) -So Yelawolf discovered you ,right? He said if he ever got the chance he would put me on And when he blew it in , I owe him everything So if anybody f** with my dude again -So is it still american? Of course it is Warrup shawty fat warrup stroll Warrup new port, warrup wim I'm about to k** sh** Can't nobody stop us dog -What do you say to those who say you rap too fast? Don't listen to the view that are ready to rhyme They cost you nothin' pending no mind Old soap both f** a little linen alot -You gettin' money now, right? I came october off 20 grand I put it down pay down my new carpet My manager's off now I got like 16 I go out of town again -How'd your girlfriend dealing with your new success When I'm gone on the road all she does is cry And the dudes she would cheat and is sleeping with her When I'm using and chilling getting drunk and high -Last question, do you think the world is ready for a fat long hair b**h sh** like you? f** yeah b**h indeed I do , and I guess I gotta make you a believer too It's like (Hook) Everybody's asking all this sh** about me Wondering where I came from Questioning my surroundings And the same motherf**ers that damned me Bitter haters that used to down me And I'm trying to answer their questions but my memories just too cloudy for My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A getting f**ed up for..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A b**h stop for ..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you from? G , A have you sittin for..) My interview... (What's your name? Rittz b**h , where you be?)