Authentic (feat. Rittz)

I do me, I ain't never give a fuck about the next wave
I done seen so many entertainers come and go
Some'll blow up others treated like a sex slave
Get fucked, do whatever the record exects say

I've been raising hell for some decades
Back then, we ain't argue online
Got a problem, we don't call him
Tell him meet up back where Nick plays

Stepped up with his chest out, left him in a neck brace
Educate yourself on who you fucking with
You scared to shoot somebody, what the fuck
You take a picture, with you gun for

That ain't your friend, but you known him for a month
Now you don't believe his dumb wife, stripping you at gunpoint
and y'all a tool collar boy
And I eat, need to save your guts and glory
For your story on your IG
Drinking tequila, fuck a lime squeeze
Stiff with mines, the eye sneeze
Hit the trees and I dry heave

I've been inside of my car, just fuck a backwood
I'm not a fan of the harsh and swollen garshes
I'm hard and I'm heartless, smart and I'm sharp-dressed
Who you know that got his own face on a cigar band, that's me

Burn marks on my carpet, find a couple Xanny bars
In my sharp bag, and I ride like a tar pit
Then I start up in my car, hitching me carter than Harvest
Where this broad lives, inside of her baby fathers apartment,
I offered her hard dick
She took it, I finished and left
Happy that's a piece of pussy I didn't regret
Ain't nobody censored me yet
My shit's authentic, but at times I've been a victim
Of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You tried to copy in a lab, but didn't get it correct
But let them give it their best
There's only one of my hardest-honored rapper
That ever exists, and they call me Rittz, bitch

And I'm Dudja, bitch
Aiming for the top like a shooter, bitch
If she talk too much, I can mute that chick
Put my dick in between her lips like a cigarette
Life or death, rhymes stay fresh till my dying breath
Fuck your threats, you ain't in my league
You inferred, you infidels
I don't wish you well, you can go to hell
Kill you off like the cartel
I bid you farewell, tell Satan he can suck my knob
Chop-shop, got the block hot like a juvenile
I smile while my style starts to defy the odds
Even the gods can't believe I got this far
Hang out at the bar with the mob, waiting for the job
Knock one off then write with this pen
To get some props, rising up like a field of crops
Scaring you crows with these words I flock
Hard rock in a drop top, acid swabs and mushroom pops
All these things I can work off
Still can't get my music hot, ha
Ink blots on my shirt for all these writtens
You put your cock in a skirt, you a pussy, no kitten

I'm a real-life villain and a dickhead, just call me Nixon
Junkhead zombies in my projects
Got me feeling like Daryl Dixon
If you need a hand, brother
Then I got you like your name was Merle
You just hit the lotto, baby, like my name is Earl
But I don't got time to fix any karma
I just drink vodka, hit the club in a parka
Start to flirt with Aubrey Plaza
Then open up her bat cave like her name was Martha
Then kick her out like this is Sparta
Electroshock therapy, they say to me will help

But what do I look like, Blanca
I am just an author
Authentic, majestic, kinetic with every word I offer
No time to act up, I don't need an Oscar

I'ma be spitting in my 80s sounding like a grumpier version of Walter
Now that I'm done going ham
I hit a Jeffrey with no plans to land
I could sure use a hundred grand

But all I could get is chocolate
So until generations of my bloodline is rich
I'ma snap on everything like Thanos's gauntlet
Long as I got this, I'll have money in the bank

Like Swizz, no time to diss when my life is in the abyss
Too many fish trying to get booked
But they hooked on crystal meth
OD slowly right next to their homie
Mouth gets foamy, sure don't look cozy
You wanna rule the world, but look what they did to Tony, uh