Rittz - Till the End lyrics

It's R-I double T-Z (yeah, bitch)

I came right back
Probably sooner than you thought I would
It's Johnny Valiant
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
Bitch, this 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, smokin' out my suite
Sour Diesel reeking
Almost kicked me out the Candlewood


I got the Denver bud, hybrids and indicas
On the second floor
But you can smell it where the interest was
I'm like a timber wolf
My competition throw up
Like a tender center cut of prime beef, ID'd
Like an appetizer looking up like
"When does dinner come?"
I might hit a blunt then hit
Up Love's and get a Cinnabon
Sprinkle me, mayne, used to bring the cocaine
To the party, start to think
I'm Rick James, yeah, i might've changed
But, you still a lame with a rinky-dink chain
Dick ridin' any rapper that you
Think's a big name
Since Put a Crown On It came out
The game don't treat me the same
Blogs 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, bet some
One spraypaintin' my name, 'cause

It's the R-I double T-Z rittz in this bitch
Everyone that's runnin' with me
Is reppin' C-N T 'til the E-N-D
R-I double T-Z rittz in this bitch
Everyone that's runnin' with me
Is reppin' C-N T 'til the E-N-D

Motherfucker, I'm the CEO
Indeed we smoke on free pre-rolls
On the streets we known 'cause we Deebo
The chief seeds sown
Then we steamroll the entire industry
Emptyin' out the clip, repeat it, squeeze
Reload
We don't do PG shows, we known to D-P hoes
And feed each ho our meat until
She walk away with wobbly limbs
Looking like a porno star that got
It in her bottom end beating up that body
You'd have thought I was a boxing champ
Like Errol Spence, tour the globe
Know how to swear in French
Watch how you wear your arrogance
I was scared to spare a cent
Went there barely rich, there it went
Lost it all buried in embarrassment
It's why the shit's imperative
To get it back again, here's my chance
Put it on the Bible this rap shit is real
It's no performing arts recital
Fuck with my money this time
I'll 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, out on Beaumont Lake
You show respect and everything is copacetic
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
Grown-up photos of Dakota Fanning
I'm back again, attention so demanding
I just hope you overstand me
All my fans and homies chanting

It's the R-I double T-Z rittz in this bitch
Everyone that's runnin' with me
Is reppin' C-N T 'til the E-N-D
R-I double T-Z rittz in this bitch
Everyone that's runnin' with me
Is reppin' C-N T 'til 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 r-I double T-Z