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That shit’s so whack I don’t fuck around with no rat, NO CAP See the family emblem inside the lenses Limited edition, throwback Bo Jacks Lot of rappers got toe tagged Thinkin’ that the way that they could show me up Is when they try to go fast Everything they wrote, that content So keep your 9 to 5 on the side Try to set up a garage band Surely I can’t be the only person on Earth That can agree that human beings Are more annoying than they worth COVID got us stuck inside our homes, it’s red alert People think it’s a conspiracy, let ‘еm spread the word Fuck them and thеir secret society Your opinions speakin’ entirely way too much Man, fuck whoever raised you up nonviolently Fuck a (?) anxiety Shithead kid with your immature parents Sick and embarrassed of your TikTok posts How old (?) at the age of 18 Cause I know that you rap like a (?) Where you always trynna sugar ariolas Fine ass bitch, she go both ways You can’t say bitch Letras de cancionesFor real? Why not? I got the okay from Janelle Monae The music industry and the circle never saluted me It used to bother me, now I don’t want to be included Why would I give a shit if you want to see me muted Ooo, cause one dude who gave me two shit reviews Can tell his audience to listen to the new Rittz Shoutout to the people in the media supportin’ me The OGs that give me a feature I was broke, couldn’t afford to pay nobody a recordin’ fee CNT the hardest workin’ label by a longshot I’m the only artist (?) What you want to go, buddy? (?) That is like comparin’ a McLaren to a Mazda Honda, North of Atlanta in the area Carry a weapon on you while you’re wonderin’ who shot ya Me and all my homies organized, I’m in the mafia If you’re rollin’ with us, time to mind yours, squad up CNT that clientel, I can tell that they not familiar Northside of Atlanta and I rep for La Familia CNT that clientel, I can tell that they not familiar Fully independent, pull up to the yellin’ Anyone wanna fuck with La Familia Motherfuckers better get familiar Motherfuckers better get familiar Motherfuckers better get familiar With me and La Familia Motherfuckers better get familiar Motherfuckers better get familiar Motherfuckers better get familiar With me and La Familia First verse was an hors d’oeuvre feedin’ verse TWO Look at my jewelry too much, get a blurred VIEW My lyrics too offense, when I was a kid I took my parents phone away because they broke the curFEW When I was nine I was singin’ in choir Lookin’ for opportunity to sneak into the girl’s ROOM I’m skippin’ steps, started smokin’ cigarettes Slip my fingers up her skirt when I was in the church PEW Makin' out with bitches and I Take 'em home inside the Eaglepoint I was in the gutter on a dirt road Never dream I would get to play a big arena Cause in reality I know I’d never be commercial Good, I don’t have to say “yah” like y’all do When I’m rappin’ every bar, I don’t sing high pitch I rap like I’m sippin’ on Barbital Cool with an odd accent like “God damn, bitch!” They don’t even talk like that where you stay Like when a bald man toupee blew way Thought you was real for a minute But the proof say you fake Sweeter than a full tray of fruitcake Used to be the new wave like a Blu-ray Now you wonder where the better days went And we the future, better get used to the movement Tell ‘em “What’s my name, bitch?” CNT that clientel, I can tell that they not familiar Northside of Atlanta and I rep for La Familia CNT that clientel, I can tell that they not familiar Fully independent, pull up to the yellin’ Anyone wanna fuck with La Familia Motherfuckers better get familiar Motherfuckers better get familiar Motherfuckers better get familiar With me and La Familia Motherfuckers better get familiar Motherfuckers better get familiar Motherfuckers better get familiar With me and La Familia From Letras Mania