Artist: Rittz Album: Top of the Line Song: Stars Align * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * deluxe edition bonus track [Intro: Rittz] Northside A-Town Ya-uh-yeah, uh [Rittz] Can't find a lane then you should make one We the future like an alien intruder with a ray-gun Fly as fuck or scared of heights or aviation You're lookin for someone as tight as me, there ain't none Uneducated but I ain't dumb Paint shinin on my Cutlass, she's my +Pride and Joy+ like Stevie Ray Vaughan Got a lot of dollars off my occupation Jealous poppin off, it's obvious they pocket change shrunk (haha) Now they wanna come apologize and +make up+ Got hoe inside 'em, they should go apply at Avon And those the type of guys I try to stay away from They be too lame, but they say they keep it A1 I bet I lay one out across the pave-ment If they say somethin, I don't play them type of games son I'm representin where I came from Northside of the A bitch until the day my grave's dug (Northside) Standin straight, weight on my shoulder weigh tons Representin Clintel/Strange/Slum It's Rittz bitch [Chorus: Rittz] My, time, has finally come to, take, what's mine I see my past, life, behind me I just, wave, goodbye I'm reachin for the stars, I'm reachin for the stars I finally see the, stars, align I'm reachin for the stars, I'm reachin for the stars I finally see the, stars, align It's about that time [Rittz] Look, I heard your entire tape and wasn't inspired It was hard for me to make it through but since I'm a rapper, I feel like I should listen, now I'm wishin that I didn't I would rather watch an episode of "Empire" ten times and I don't even like the show Choppin rocks of white, just know I tried to crush it up but then my license broke (fuck) Your style's old like yellow stripes on roads and wire spokes It's time to go, I know your goal ain't to retire broke (sorry) But on a brighter note, they might be hirin at Kohl's Try Verizon Wireless, there's always people buyin phones (hello?) Drunk or flyin drones Crowds at shows are multiplyin, fire marshals tryna say we violatin codes Sprayin my cologne, smellin like a millionaire Silver pair of Jeremy Scott's I hardly ever wear Black hoodie but the fabric's made of leather, lookin fresh like I was Fred Astaire with a better head of hair With no fedora on, fuck is goin on? Rappers dressed like Def Leppard so +Pour Some Sugar On Me+ in the name of love, I ain't never changin up I be backstage with the, bitches in there takin bumps Love to blow a dick so much she just might suck the pigment off the skin and when you nut she rubs it in like it was facial scrub (I love you) Too busy gettin money, I can't conversate wit'cha And I don't rap for free, I want some compensation bruh Mike was cookin up the beat, he hung his apron up And when he did I picked my pen and paper up It's Rittz bitch [Chorus] [Rittz] Listen, I'm not your homie bro, we barely know each other You think we close because we did a couple shows together Some folks I met on the road I'll probably know forever You just kissin ass, always askin, "Can I open for you?" (nope) I got a talent for spottin hidden agendas (like what?) You tryna copy me, watchin like an apprentice (hell nah) I'm not Italian but I got some homies down to do a hit for me They caught him and shot him in his appendix It's funny all these dudes, they shoes and scarves and thinkin they look original but they copyin Jimi Hendrix But "everybody's lookin for somethin" like Annie Lennox I'm lookin for someone to bring the Xanax Higher than Bob Ross, watch me while I paint the canvas And you just a hoe, I figured +You Oughta Know+, shout out Alanis Morrissette, portraits I painted, ain't it gorgeous? Still I made a fortune, Porsches and Corvettes Run up with the torch lit Run off at the mouth and we gon' show up at your doorstep Fuckboy, probably think he fly inside his Ford Flex, pocket full of Boar's Head cheddar but never seen competition, doomed to corpses You must've been born deaf, really you can't be serious You makin Silkk the Shocker sound like he's the greatest lyricist that ever lived, that's not a diss, I'm just comparin them I might not be the biggest fish in this aquarium But everybody in the water's scared to fuck with me So fuck I'm chuckin up the peace, slumpin in my bucket seats Like Rittz, bitch [Chorus]