Rittz Victory Lap

Yeah

I went from forging my report card

Skipping courses with my boys

Smoking ‘Ports up in the courtyard

Poor choices wasn’t going far

Rapping, hoping doors would open

I was sure to be a born star

I kept my sword sharp

Rhyming when I finally got a deal at thirty-two

I put the pedal to the floorboard

Proving I could score points for the label, playing forward

Steady waiting for the day to play the point guard

Either way I’m still onboard, still on tour

Sixty days and still long gone

Hard to explain the feeling placing on the Billboard charts

Whores rush the tour bus but you’re busted

You’re nothing but a dildo toy

Objectified, undress when you step aside

And sexy and set beside the leather, fluorescent lights

Set the vibe, never said goodbye, only next in line

This is life, catch a flight: this is my exercise

When the hard times come wave ’em goodbye

In the end I won, time to take my victory lap

Stand up for me, whistle, and clap

It’s Last Call, homie, Rittz will be back

On the track put ’em up

Put your peace signs up, have a good time

It’s been one good run, ’bout to take my victory lap

I’m thanking ya’ll for putting me on the map

It’s Last Call, homie, I’ma be back

I promise that, yeah

They say I only rap fast but it’s my comfort zone

Before, the younger me stumbled on Thuggish Ruggish Bone

I’m like a bumble bee buzzing, functioning drunk and stoned

Did a bump a blow and smoked a blunt

And went and chugged Patron

Running like I recovered the fumble thrown

Running wrong way down the field, like fuck a go, internal compass broke

No direction coming from a place, you could tell it’s safe

Like you left the base and slid into the open home

Like the kid that’s eatin’ lunch alone, I don’t belong

Raps redundant shit no wonder why they humming country songs

Switching up, giving up. Punctured holes sunk they boat

Throwing in the towel cause when they dug they never struck for gold

Fuck it, search your soul, you could grunt and moan

Like I used to do with you, you could just adjust your tone

Get the cream, fuck the cone

Fuck it, grow up, it goes up, but no one controls what you want

When the hard times come wave ’em goodbye

In the end I won, time to take my victory lap

Stand up for me, whistle, and clap

It’s Last Call, homie, Rittz will be back

On the track put ’em up

Put your peace signs up, have a good time

It’s been one good run, ’bout to take my victory lap

I’m thanking ya’ll for putting me on the map

It’s Last Call, homie, I’ma be back

I promise that, yeah

I done been around this country more than I can count

Unfortunate my mind is cloudy. Why can’t I remember shit?

I done sold some albums, nothing to write home about

I hope that when I’m gone I’ll be remembered for my penmanship

I done noticed most of the rappers that I’ve met

Are egotistical but fool you like they got a humble temperament

From the outside looking in you think the game is what it ain’t

It ain’t the music it’s the money and percentages

Some business shit that you can’t comprehend so don’t pretend you can

Shooting vids in alley ways, my Timberlands got bitches’ shit

Up in the tread so bad that they got trashed, they was a Christmas gift

Shit like this reminds me of the time we wasn’t privileged

Penny-pinching wasn’t spending it, so frivolous

So this is for the fans in the beginning, they were listeners

And let me and music have a chance and I’m appreciative

My mission ain’t accomplished but you brought it where it is so

When the hard times come wave ’em goodbye

In the end I won, time to take my victory lap

Stand up for me, whistle, and clap

It’s Last Call, homie, Rittz will be back

On the track put ’em up

Put your peace signs up, have a good time

It’s been one good run, ’bout to take my victory lap

I’m thanking ya’ll for putting me on the map

It’s Last Call, homie, I’ma be back

I promise that, yeah