Testo Lose My Cool - Rittz
Testo della canzone Lose My Cool (Rittz), tratta dall'album Last Call
A-A-A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
Northside, A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
Northside, A-Town shit
Northside Atlanta ambassador
Back for more the second I seen the mask record
I'm spazzing on 'em if they ask for it
The first to put it on the map so
Don't be acting like I passed the torch
Ain't got the patience for the back and forth
The murder rappers got me on a wanted poster with a cash reward
I'm short tempered, these boys better be glad I'm on
When I was young I was jacking for your pack of 'ports
They know me at the local package store and give me discounts
Thirty minutes north of midtown where we sip Crown Royal
Some are spoiled, they get drunk and run they big mouth
'Til somebody punch 'em, they unconscious for the ten count
This rap game is similar to being back at school again
'Cause all my crew is into bullying the in crowd
It's cool to be lame nowadays, so excuse me if my attitude
Is rude and fuck what you would say, but since I went from
Retro eleven got the wet look
I be turning heads everywhere you see me step foot
Checks still full of commas, told you I was next up
Rolling through Gwinnett, I hit up Oakland and Bethesda
Made a play on Pleasant Hill, rolled up in some next stuff
Phone ringing, I don't answer so they blow my texts up
Going the speed limit, police are eager to arrest ya
Plus I had a lot to drink, I probably failed to breath, uh
Ponciteit, change it up, I'm back to rhyming like a vest
I think I'm the best beside a couple guys that are either dead
Running over rivals, tire tread, they get tired of head
Bust us like a virus spreading virally and I can't fake
Non-believers fighting like a fly inside my spider web
'Til they give me my respect, climbing up the flight of stairs
Finessing rhyming since the first Vanilla Ice cassette
Ain't nobody try me yet, I just pray to God, I said
Forgive them for their sins, my Lord, they know not what they do
I've been trying to ignore the things they say to ruin my mood
They don't know what I've been going through lately, if they only knew
They will watch the shit they say before they make me lose my cool
Fuck around and lose my cool
A-A-A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
Northside, A-Town shit
What you know about being the only white boy
Deep in the hood in the city waiting for hours trying to do a song
You hit the stage, you can tell they wanna boo you off
Before you even get started, you gotta prove 'em wrong
I say fuck 'em, no chain tucking, my jewelry on
Go 'head and pull your gun, I hope you shooting to kill
The few screws that I have inside my head already loose
Go 'head and shoot me, I'm suicidal, I'll do it myself
I might've got a record deal 'cause I rap good
But before you ever heard of me I earned my respect
Like having cool people, some were scared to come to my crib
Stories going around Gwinnett about the ones who got their ass whooped
Or their cash took, blaming me for what my boys did
Moreland, Old Nat, Bond over Jardland
Homie RJ shorting them with dollar bills
People pulling pistols on me, saying who this white boy is
And I ain't saying this to try to be hard
But I ain't for no games, don't believe me? Ask them boys at Strange
They done toured with me, yeah, make sure that they knew us
Someone pissed me off, I swang nine-eight
Homie shot a lady and her baby point blank range
Then he set 'em on fire in the trunk of a car
My best friend in sixth grade killed a lady for nothing
Now he's a manager at Denny's Service, call him the boss
The point I'm trying to get across is I got a heart
I don't want to harm anyone but I'ma finish what they start
Got an emptiness, a dark side in me 'cause I'm scarred
People start to think you soft when you come without your guard
Thinking you're an entertainer and the odds are getting guards
All that shit ain't gonna happen, get the addy where you are
Pull up on you with the crew, pull your card
Fuck a fade, we gon' stomp you like we putting out a fire
Pray to God like
Forgive them for their sins, my Lord, they know not what they do
I've been trying to ignore the things they say to ruin my mood
They don't know what I've been going through lately, if they only knew
They will watch the shit they say before they make me lose my cool
Fuck around and lose my cool
A-A-A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
A-A-A-Town shit
Northside, A-Town shit
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Thomas Lee, Kevin Demone Kessee, Fred Michael Wexler
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