Yeah 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, 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 a Love's and get a Cinnabon
Sprinkle me mane, 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 spray-paintin' 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 chief seeds home
Then we steam roll the entire industry
Emptyin' out the clip repeated, 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, would'a 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 that 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 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 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
R-I-Double-T-Z
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