Celebrate the Life

Lyrics

Chorus: Backstage passes, after parties Jugs of Jack and Crown Bought rounds for everyone It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone RIP, time to celebrate the life Life with all my friends and loved ones Fuck our differences, have love for everyone It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone RIP, time to celebrate the life Verse 1 (Rittz): This like an out of body experience I could take you out of quarantine I could take you down to Georgia Name ringin' bells from New Orleans to Portland, Maine Start a foursome on the tourbus Maybe I should be going by a porno name These white boys so lame that's real I feel I gotta spill the pork and beans My pockets swell up like a hornet's sting Someone allergic, I'm puffin' sherbert Inside a cone like I work at Coldstone Creamery, rolled so evenly it's almost perfect Make a so called shooter want to give up on the smoke cold turkey Don't go purposefully braggin' to my crew That you got a plug or two cuz you're probably gonna blow both circuits Get it? Yeah, sick of doing biz in a Bozo circus So so worth it, the bros go flirt with the yellow When the white can't control those urges (Mwah, mwah, mwah) So many rocks around my neck People think I'm like a stone cold person My bitch is British, I'm sippin' Swedish I just left Paris, the driver of the Lyft spoke Turkish Nah, I don't get no service, people wanna come play catch up Please check the text just sent to me last week If you never gotta a reply yet, guess what I'm still busy, busy always hittin' ignore I don't enjoy small talk Like "Yo, how you been doING?" I be like "Sorry, gotta get goING!" I be at the Chophouse compound with a strip loin Really I'm surprised I got seated Tell the hostess fuck that dress code I prefer to eat mine beanin' Drunk and we got the thump in the sub You can feel it when your feet hit the cement Underground old DJ Cab is screamin' this evenin' It's Rittz, bitch Chorus: Backstage passes, after parties Jugs of Jack and Crown Bought rounds for everyone It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone RIP, time to celebrate the life Life with all my friends and loved ones Fuck our differences, have love for everyone It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone RIP, time to celebrate the life Verse 2 (Rittz): I got more paper than Dunder Mifflin Let's pretend the company's non fiction Rittz in rare form Like when they threw me out the airport Like Covid-19 just went airborne Rittz, wanna share more And I be inside of your girlfriend's Android Checkin' out the camera There's gonna be a picture of her gaggin' on my Dick I made a drip mascara Fuck that heroin and them percosets Someone should have told me not to work a red carpet Drinkin' straight up out of the purple bag Someone in my circle said something about me That true, says who, that dude That's who, that's too obvious That's two bad moves I'ma have to smack dude That dude tattooed That's too taboo That's who Really, fuck the rap dudes Even though it didn't really make sense that much Before the rap stuff used to zip bags up And fuck fat hoes if the bitch had drugs Shit, I done become become Numb from tumblin' thong The cunt that stunk was gone Funk is comin' down Someone's underarm Crusty undies on Someone wants to sponge Some phenomenon Rittz, biatch! Chorus: Backstage passes, after parties Jugs of Jack and Crown Bought rounds for everyone It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone RIP, time to celebrate the life Life with all my friends and loved ones Fuck our differences, have love for everyone It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone RIP, time to celebrate the life Verse 2( Guests): This fo my partners workin' the dough pole And project babies an po' souls Been plottin' on some profits So we can cop us them fo' fos And I'm so close And I just hit Rittz up for the occasion He texted me back within' seconds And said it's a celebration And I've been pacin' down 285 And we who made it live As soon as a playa hit the do' You know the weed in here on fire And you know round here befo' I put up with three inside my ride Impeccable my shot And I ain't missed a 3 here in a while Cuz I'm slid up in that fo' Now he in motion on 3 ties Double cupped, I'm on that potion I just po'd me up three lines Thankful I survived But if you try we gon' celebrate on God Tell them hoes to slide Rittz just hit my line He said he got a couple Chorus: Backstage passes, after parties Jugs of Jack and Crown Bought rounds for everyone It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone RIP, time to celebrate the life Life with all my friends and loved ones Fuck our differences, have love for everyone It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone RIP, time to celebrate the life