Middle of Nowhere Rittz

[Intro]
Rittz up in this bitch again
Those who listen, witnessin'
Uncut dope, I lift a pen
And those who diss get disciplined
My imprint is infinite
Getting tense and intimate
When I'm pissed shit hits the fan
(Who's ready for Rittz?!)

[Verse 1]
This rap game's so mundane, I just play dumb
Trying to listen to songs playing, then what main come
Making fun of them, none of them ever was A1
Trying to front like they John Wayne, well I'm James Bond
In my blood-stained tux, people that played me they thinking they got away with it
I'm taking out my frustration
Finally shedded the dead weight, settled the debt, paid
We done shoveled the red clay, we dug graves up
Got a couple of homies that owe me some favors
And show they appreciation, they told me that they would bust they guns
But instead of it I debted it and just gave love
I’ve been heavily indebt and I done took pay cuts
Might have been a lot to me, to them it was just cake crumbs
I’ve done been around a minute, but I just came up
Hungry for dinner, but shit, I just ate lunch
At the Optimus, tapas, scallops and crustaceans
Tuna tartare, the way to act above all, like wah lah
I’m sipping crown and soda, but I would rather have the monarch
Thinking bout how far came when I’m out on tour
4 AM I’m in the bed, I’m drunk and I’m staring at the wall art
I fought off the competition like I was a war lord
I swore I should have blew in 2002, but given a minute
I would hit a higher altitude, then I surprised you from out the blue