Till the End - Rittz

Yeah I came right back, probably sooner than you thought I would

It’s Johnny Valient, call me anything but Hollywood

This is for the students breaking weed up on they college books

To the ones that never graduated but they got a job

Criminals, common crooks, everything in between

Bitches eager for me to feed 'em my Jimmy Dean

Bitches, denim’s expensive, don’t get no lipstick on my jeans

Don’t expect a promise ring, I don’t give apologies

Wouldn’t give a bitch a gift from Dollar Tree, smoking on my steeze

Sour Diesel reeking, almost kicked me out the candle wood

I got the Denver bud, Hoppas and Indicas

On the second floor, but you can smell it where the interest was

I’m like a Timberwolf, my competition throw up

Like a tennis, or a cut of prime beef, ID’d

Like an appetizer looking up like «When does dinner come?»

I might hit a blunt then hit the buzz and get a Cinnabon

Sprinkle me mane, used to bring the cocaine

To the party, started thinking Rick James

Yeah I might’ve changed but you still a lame with a rinky-dink chain

Dick riding any rapper that you think should be named

They put a crown and came out the game, they don’t treat me the same

Broads that used to show support, they don’t no more, it’s a shame

Maybe they just don’t enjoy to see the king in his reign

But when I’m gone, bitch the one spray-painting my name

'Cause it’s the R-I-Double-T-Z

Rittz in this bitch

The one that’s running with me

It’s rapping C-N-T to the E-N-D

R-I-Double-T-Z

Rittz in this bitch

The one that’s running with me

It’s rapping C-N-T to the E-N-D

Motherfucker I’m the CEO, indeed we smoke

And free pre-rolls of the trees we know

'Cause we debow, the chick sees home

Then we stay broke, it the type of industry

Emptying out the clip repeated, squeeze, reload

We don’t repeat G-shows, we known to D-P hoes

And feed the chode with meat until she walk away with wobbly limbs

Looking like a porno star that got it in her bottom end

Beating up that body, would’a thought it was a boxing gym

Like taught a how to swear in French

Watch how you weigh your arrogance, I was scared to spare a cent

Went to barely rich, there it went, lost it all

Buried in a marriage, man it’s wild this shit’s imperative

To get it back again, here’s my chance, put it on the Bible

This rap shit is real as no performing arts recital

Fuck with my money this time, I be in Florida with an alibi

My boy gon' be the one that’s in the car behind you

I think you know where I’m going with it, so don’t forget it

A changed man, I don’t blow my lake, you show respect and everything is cold

and steady

If you don’t, you know the ending like when Drake headlined a show and Frank

Ocean didn’t

The camera love me, word to Motion Family

Hard to look away like naked porno folders of Dakota Fanning

I’m back again, attention so demanding

I just hope you over-stand me

All my fans and homies chanting

'Cause it’s the R-I-Double-T-Z

Rittz in this bitch

The one that’s running with me

It’s rapping C-N-T to the E-N-D

R-I-Double-T-Z

Rittz in this bitch

The one that’s running with me

It’s rapping C-N-T to the E-N-D

R-I-Double-T-Z

Rittz in this bitch

R-I-Double-T-Z

Rittz in this bitch

R-I-Double-T-Z

Rittz in this bitch

R-I-Double-T-Z

Rittz in this bitch

R-I-Double-T-Z

R-I-Double-T-Z

R-I-Double-T-Z

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