chase ritches - mr. ritches lyrics
(verse 1)
runnin’ from incarcerations
skinny n-gga snapback on a starving haitian
f-ck parks i hang in lots where all the cars are vacant
star placing target martians when i start invasion
please keep that squad around you if you keep me waiting
i told her that she on a roll (honor roll) she said it seems degrading
i fill up on mad pills like advil for alleviation
then i tell an mc f u, thats abbreviations
yo i can’t promise safe hearing when that mic on
tearing through that icon, blaring through that ipod
matter fact i’m tearing through that ear, evander vs. tyson
feeding stats and bleeding facts and eating rats with pythons
i’m not with that flash it can’t stun me
its me no back up in sketchy waters, 1 deep
im about to burst thats dwayne johnson in a onesie
the colonel here to fry up all these n-ggas no kentucky
work hard has my t–th, grind till’ my gums bleed
snakes chase when they see a monkey with bunnies
they ask why my backpack and locker smell funky
i reply, “im just not that picky when hungry n-gga”
(get em!)
(interlude)
godd-mn, i don’t know how he’s gonna top that one i really don’t but we’ll see
(verse 2)
slacking off, f-ckin’ with problems that rapping solved
facts involved, i got answers for questions when acid calls
pack ya jaw, trip the desert with depp, brought snacks and all
gl-sses off, sick as shady they faced me now backing off
in the middle of the night i scribble riddles for the slight and simple n-ggas that confide and cripple
kimmel how i’m shining every night my n-gga
i’m a dog i can smell kittens from afar n-gga, find your guard n-gga
something told me that you been a b-tch, a gifted kid
momma get me ritalin, who you realer than?
sneaking sliding got the rental tint
all right, times up, run that, rollie
come back, i break, homie’s, gold t–th
really ready running writtens
ricky bobby couldn’t do it faster sipping coffee
get up off me, k!ll em’ softly, f-ck that
my head is foggy a living zombie, f-ck rap
a spitting tommy rugrat, they never saw me run track
but you would never know it b-tch
spittin’ ever flowing sh-t, papa should’ve sold a kid
ya b-tch is falling for a doberman
heavy set of lines, words bold as sh-t cold as minnesota is
i’m hogging all the power paying overages n-gga
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