Till the End

Lyrics

[Intro] It's R-I-double T-Z (Yeah, bitch) [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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