Testo Till the End - Rittz
Testo della canzone Till the End (Rittz), tratta dall'album Picture Perfect
It's the R-I-Double-T-Z
Yeah bitch 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, 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, through the thought it was a boxing gym
Like Errol Spence, taught a grown up 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
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Mccollum, Mark Byrd, Terrance Furdge
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