My Interview

So tell me, who is Rittz?

That's a stupid question

Bitch, Rittz is me

A white boy from Gwinnett County, Georgia

Been doin' it for some years, never gave up

Now I get to live my dream

And, when did you start to rap?

I think I started to rap back in '92

I used to rhyme to Snoop

When some dude that I rode the bus with

Played the Geto Boys for me when I ride to school

And I was hooked

So, how'd your family act?

About the fact of rap, they used to hate it

Said that I was actin' black, pull your pants up, boy

Mom and dad would snap

I had the black lumberjack with the hat to match

Did you make good grades?

Hell no, I flunked

Seventh grade, eighth grade, ninth grade and up

I got expelled for sellin' weed, and when I came back

Every day, they would check my book back for drugs

Where did you get the name Rittz from?

That's another dumb question

Are you a dumb bitch?

It's obvious that I got named after the cracker

Because I'm white, please, next subject

You got an attitude, homie?

I apologize

Plus I'm a little drunk and I'm always tired

I done answer these questions a thousand times

And people still don't know my name, and oh my god

It's like

Everybody's askin' all this shit about me

Wonderin' where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I'm tryin' to answer their questions

But my memory's just too cloudy for my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Fucked up in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Pissed off in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Representin' in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Who you with?

Was it hard to come up in the Atlanta scene?

Yeah, it kinda sucked

If you ain't the type of shit to play inside the club

Then the strippers don't dance and the radio don't play you

Besides, they ain't show Northside no love

You're from Gwinnett County?

Goddamn right

There's a ton of us to represent so hard

Don't let the word suburb throw you off

Lotta people moved in, get their head blown off

I heard you rap about drugs a lot

You probably would too if you grew up through the shit I seen

Sixteen, I was sniffin' things

The shit changed when '96 Olympics came

What you mean?

Everybody and they mama came to GC

Lotta home invasions, armed robberies

We kept runnin' from the GCPD

'Cause the crime rate kept increasing weekly

So does that effect what you rhyme about?

Fuck yes, so many nights, I spent inside my mama's house

Geeked up on white, scared that I'm ODing

Thinkin' I'ma die, tryna ride it out

Not to change the subject, what's up with your hair?

Goddamn, why do people care?

Got grown men comin' up to me when it's tucked in like

"Please say you didn't cut it, is it there?"

I swear, it's like

Everybody's askin' all this shit about me

Wonderin' where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I'm tryin' to answer their questions

But my memory's just too cloudy for my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Fucked up in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Pissed off in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Representin' in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Who you with?

So Yelawolf discovered you, right?

He said if he ever got the chance, he would put me on

And when he blew, he did, I owe him for everything

So if anybody fuck with my dude, they dead

So is it still Slumerican?

Of course it is

What up, Shawty Fatt? What up, Strug?

What up Newport, what up Will?

I'm 'bout to kill shit

Can't nobody touch us, dawg

What do you say to those who say you rap too fast?

Don't listen if you don't like the way that I rhyme

It cost you nothing, pay me no mind

Old slow boat fuck a lemon and lime

You gettin' money now, right?

I came off tour with like twenty grand

I put a down payment on a new car

Paid my managers off, now I got like six

Till I go out of town again

How's your girlfriend dealing with your new success?

When I'm gone on the road, all she does is cry

And accuses me of cheatin' and sleepin' with chicks

When I'm usually chillin', gettin' drunk and high

Last question, do you think the world is ready

For a fat, long hair, piece of shit like you?

What? Fuck yeah, bitch, indeed I do

And I guess I gotta make you a believer, too

It's like

Everybody's askin' all this shit about me

Wonderin' where I came from

Questioning my surroundings

And the same motherfuckers that dap me

Be the haters that used to doubt me

And I'm tryin' to answer their questions

But my memory's just too cloudy for my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Fucked up in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Pissed off in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Where you from? GA

Representin' in my interview

What's your name? Rittz, bitch

Who you with?