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White Rapper

Rittz

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rittz
Rittz
Vocals
DJ Chris Crisis
DJ Chris Crisis
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Patrick Smith
Jeffrey Patrick Smith
Songwriter
Jonathan McCollum
Jonathan McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Cybulsky
Ben Cybulsky
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Watson
Daniel Watson
Recording Engineer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer
Track Bangas
Track Bangas
Producer

Lyrics

White boy White boy White boy White boy White boy Done deuce was the game in my ears got introduced to rap Stealing instrumentals off singles, Id use the tracks Mc groove mela man, and jeru the amaja Tears from the king and I was the few I had Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft By every artists album that I heard On the song, breaking dawn, number fourteen Till death do us part, wishing that I was from the fifth or the Houston bad A white kid from the blurbs, bumping Freeport boys Too much trouble to see in our squad cassette Up in class rppin bum sticky bum, give it gangster Blasting time time time for some action Thats when then the teacher would get mad And she would kick me out the classroom The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom Up inside the gym, took turns spitting Wed beat the bleacher with our hands, tryna keep the beat Only white dude that went to my school That spit, proved Im sick, and I will eat MCs, I have room To grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like treach Miami hurricane hit while I held the mic Haters talking shit like who, this aint Vanilla Ice And I dont care if hes nice, on my life I dont like no white rappers Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked They gave up, I was just a white rapper But I created a buzz cuz I bust In the booth, I go nuts, but Im just a white rapper Put away that to be dope, but I know that you think Im a joke Cuz Im just a white rapper Put my heart on the stage, on the page But at the end of the day, Im still just a white rapper I was convinced Id get a deal My skills improved a hundred percent Back then, nobody had studio equipment in their crib I was the only one that did I spent my life in that basement On cruise road, up in eagle point Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music We dropped out, dreaming of being on it See in 31, I would go out and perform at Open mics, but no ones white No one likes to clap or give you dap Clubs you be scared to go inside Stood at a spot in the hood, 20 miles from home Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind Performed for 5 people, or 20 at best Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects A ton of fake record companies execs on my talent They tried their best to convince me they had something to invest And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous To stop rapping you piece of shit, its not happening Now act white and grow up, are you tryna embarrass us So I told that girl bye and was back on my stride Rhymes kept getting better, my buzz was hard to deny Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy Who put me on, and he been through the same struggle as I The white rapper Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked They gave up, I was just a white rapper But I created a buzz cuz I bust In the booth, I go nuts, but Im just a white rapper Put away that to be dope, but I know that you think Im a joke Cuz Im just a white rapper Put my heart on the stage, on the page But at the end of the day, Im still just a white rapper Now the rap game is flooded with rappers From every nationality, a ton of them crackers The fact that I finally came up is miraculous Twenty years later my name is becoming established My album is on the rack at Best Buy I was at the BET awards, I was sitting right next to Luda and Rick Ross, but who would have thought I was just at Jimmy flipping chicken tenders and french fries I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living It feels great to tell em youre a musician Until they ask what type of music, I tell em I rap Then they laugh, looking at me, they be like who are you kidding I be like: Google me bitch! They always compare us white boys to one another Is your music like his? You should be rich, freestyle, making stupid requests Before I made it in music I never used to have shit Now I got my own crib, I can afford my car Fans say my music helps them when theyre going through hard times I speak my mind even when Im going too far Even though a part of me agree with Lord Jamar We are guests in hip hop, Im appreciative That you finally let us in the crib But I busted my ass to get respect for my craft In interviews they never forget to mention this And Im just a white rapper Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked They gave up, I was just a white rapper But I created a buzz cuz I bust In the booth, I go nuts, but Im just a white rapper Put away that to be dope, but I know that you think Im a joke Cuz Im just a white rapper Put my heart on the stage, on the page But at the end of the day, Im still just a white rapper
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