Artist: Rittz Album: Last Call Song: Victory Lap Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Rittz] Yeah, I went from forgin my report card Skippin courses with my boys, smokin 'Ports up in the courtyard Poor choices wasn't goin far Rappin, hopin doors would open, I was sure to be a born star I kept my sword sharp Rhymin when I finally got a deal at 32, I put the pedal to the floorboard Provin I could score points for the label, playin forward Steady waitin for the day to play the point guard Either way I'm still on-board, still on tour Sixty days and still long gone Hard to explain the feelin placin on the Billboard charts Whores rush the tour bus but you're busted, you're nothin but a dildo toy Objectified, undress when you step inside And sexy you sat beside the leather, fluorescent lights set the vibe Never said goodbye, only next in line This is life, catch a flight, this is my exit sign [Chorus: Rittz] 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'll 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 thankin y'all for puttin me on the map It's "Last Call" homie, I'ma be back, I promise that Ya-uh-yeah [Rittz] Uhh, 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 bumblebee buzzin, functionin drunk and stoned Did a bump a blow and smoked a blunt and went and chugged Patrón Runnin like I recovered the fumble thrown Run the wrong way down the field like fuck it go, internal compass broke No direction comin from a place, you could tell it's safe Like you left the base and slid into the open home Like the kid who's eatin lunch alone I don't belong Rap's redundant, shit no wonder why they hummin country songs Switchin up, givin up, punctured holes sunk they boat Throwin 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 when 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 [Chorus] [Rittz] 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, nothin 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 lookin in you'd 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 Shootin vids in alley ways, my Timberlands got bids and shit Up in the tread so bad that they got trashed, they was a Christmas gift Shit like this reminds me of a time we wasn't privileged Penny-pinchin wasn't spendin it, so frivolous So this is for the fans in the beginning, they were listeners And let me and my music have a chance and I'm appreciative My mission ain't accomplished but you brought it where it is so [Chorus]