Rittz White Rapper

[Intro:]

White boy [x6]

[Verse 1:]

Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap

Stealing instrumentals off singles, I’d use the tracks

MC Creu, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja

“Tears” from the King & I, was the few I had

Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft

On every artist’s album that I heard

On the song, breaking dawn, number fourteen

Till death do us part

Wishing that I was from the fifth ward of Houston bad

A white kid from the burbs, bumping Freeport boys

Too much trouble to see that our squad could set

Up in class repping bum stickity bum, giggity gangster

Gangster, biting Spice 1 and Das EFX

Kriss Kross and Method Redman in my headphones

Blasting “Time Time 4 Sum Aksion”

That’s 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

We’d beat the bleacher with our hands, tryna keep the beat

Only white dude that went to my school

That spit, proved I’m sick, and I will eat MCs, I have room

To grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach

Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic

Haters talking shit like who, this ain’t Vanilla Ice

And I don’t care if he’s nice, on my life

I don’t like no white rappers

[Hook:]

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, cause I bust

In the booth, I go nuts, but I’m just a white rapper

With no way to be dope, and I know that you think I’m a joke

Cause I’m just a white rapper

Put my heart on the stage, on the page

But at the end of the day, I’m still just a white rapper

[Verse 2:]

In ninth grade, a pimp gave me a better attempt

I was convinced I’d 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

[?] 31, I would go out and perform at

Open mics, when no one’s 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, it’s not happening

Now act white and grow up, are you tryn’na 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

That put me on, and he been through the same struggle as I

A white rapper

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

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 Jim & Nick’s, 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 you’re 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 they’re going through hard times

I speak my mind even when I’m going too far

Even though a part of me agree with Lord Jamar

We are guests in hip hop, I’m 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 I’m just a white rapper

[Hook]