Rittz, Snak The Ripper, Merkules - Bring Me Down lyrics

Yeah, DJ Chris Crisis on the cuts
C-Lance on the track yeah

They said they wanted buzz
I thought they wanted Xanax's
They wanna hear me right my
Pins like a mechanic's wrench
They told me spit, I did
Right on the candid camera lens
Misunderstanded them like when I'm
Fuckin' a Hispanic bitch
Watching the Spanish channel
Hammer analyze me analysts
Stand me by the best
I bet you that impress the panelists
If not, then fuck the many lists
"Hottest Top 10 In the Game"
Blog sites don't even mention my name
On the list of upcoming releases
I got love for the blogs
But some dumb as Bud Bundy
I'm seeing a bunch of D-list rappers
They ain't sold no records before
Never did several successful
Consecutive tours
Fucking on executive floors
Parting like an 80s band
But, I ain't into rock and roll
We only playing Em
Getting wasted, breakin' lamps
Fuckin' up the comforters snortin' lines
My nose feel like the size of Snuffleupagus
Fights erupt
The customers wondering what the ruckus was
Stunting, jumping off the bus and
Hopping into muscle cars
Challengers, Malibu's, blue Buick
There are not a lot that's fucking
With me in my era
Pair of Air Jordan's on Clintel apparel
Ever since a kid I dreamed
To be a millionaire
I swear I see the picture
And it's slowly coming clearer
This is what you wanna hear? Then I
Be in a city near ya

When the crew's by
When I'm in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity 'cause I'ma do my
Damn thing and I ain't scared
No matter who try who try to bring me down?
They gon' have to give the king his crown
They gon' have to give the king his crown

Remember I ain't had no pot to piss
They doubting my accomplishments
They sour now they talking shit
They find out there's a consequence
Decepticon when the weapons are drawn
I got this clout all by myself
Without the threads and your blogs
I'm Thomas Jefferson
Address me as the president of
I set the precedent
I never been too friendly with y'all
Listen, I cut their guts out like
I'm rollin' up a Philly blunt
Soon to be a legend
You should probably save my ticket stub
They say my shit is sicker
Than syphilis when it's itchy for 50 bucks
Your chick'll suck a dick
Until the spitter comes listen up
You little sissy's sippin'
Through a sippy-cup
They took away my license, all I
Do is make hit's and run, get it?
So fuck the critics and award shows
Pull the trigger, hear the clicks
The clip'll hit you in your torso
These idiots are frivolous
I'll spit this shit in Morse code
It's hot, like delivery, delicio, Digiorno
Rich called me and spit balled me some ideas
Hit 'em back like "I hear ya, OG
You a pioneer" we put the game together like
New chairs from IKEA
Let's cheers, it's been 10 years bitch
I'm still here
The homie got sober so I'm drinking his Crown
Ain't no bringing me down
My lifestyle's different now
I see a moshpit
I drop the mic and get in the crowd
Went from a trap, to an apartment, to a crib
To a house

When the crew's by
When I'm in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity 'cause I'ma do my
Damn thing and I ain't scared
No matter who try who try to bring me down?
They gon' have to give the king his crown
They gon' have to give the king his crown

Give me the crown
Fuck around and get the drama lit
Was touring the globe while you was
Sucking on your mama's tit
Hit the marijuana quick
Smash the fucking stage up
'Cause, I'm back on my Nirvana shit
I'm calm as Jeffrey Dahmer get
Self bomber shit
Play the beat and I demolish it
Pull my pecker out my pants so
You can try and polish it fuck a blogger
Any media source acknowledgement
They faker than these bitches with
Their faces full of collagen
I'ma do it for the dollar sign 'cause
Bottom line I just bought a nine
If you fuck with mine
I'll turn your smile to Columbine
It's the independent hustle
Bitch you know you gotta grind
Fuck a record label
I ain't signing on no bottom line
I'm a Man with the Method
To bring in the pain
The hunger of an underdog
Became a king in the game
I'm living on the brink of insane
You think that I'm playing?
Yo ever since my father died
I ain't been thinking the same
I'm calculated and that's how I
Made it this far
It all started with vandalism
I've been making my mark
I've been lurking out in the shadows
Ain't afraid of the dark
Say whatever you want about me
I don't take it to heart
Take a look at my face and you
Can see I'm cold as a rock
Pushing that Chris White five-liter
Rolling the block
Loaded and locked, holding my cock
Don't know when to stop
Yo I ain't never been underground
My shit is over the top

When the crew's by
When I'm in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity 'cause I'ma do my
Damn thing and I ain't scared
No matter who try who try to bring me down?
They gon' have to give the king his crown
They gon' have to give the king his crown