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Victory Lap Lyrics - Artist : Rittz
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I went from forging my report card Skipping courses with my boys Smoking 'Ports up in the courtyard Poor choices wasn't going far Rapping, hoping doors would open I was sure to be a born star I kept my sword sharp Rhyming when I finally got a deal at thirty-two I put the pedal to the floorboard Proving I could score points for the label, playing forward Steady waiting for the day to play the point guard Either way I'm still onboard, still on tour Sixty days and still long gone Hard to explain the feeling placing on the Billboard charts Whores rush the tour bus but you're busted You're nothing but a dildo toy Objectified, undress when you step aside And sexy and set beside the leather, fluorescent lights Set the vibe, never said goodbye, only next in line This is life, catch a flight: this is my exercise 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 will 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 thanking ya'll for putting me on the map It's Last Call, homie, I'ma be back I promise that, yeah 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 bumble bee buzzing, functioning drunk and stoned Did a bump a blow and smoked a blunt And went and chugged Patron Running like I recovered the fumble thrown Running wrong way down the field, like fuck a go, internal compass broke No direction coming from a place, you could tell it's safe Like you left the base and slid into the open home Like the kid that's eatin' lunch alone, I don't belong Raps redundant shit no wonder why they humming country songs Switching up, giving up. Punctured holes sunk they boat Throwing 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 with you, 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 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 will 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 thanking ya'll for putting me on the map It's Last Call, homie, I'ma be back I promise that, yeah 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, nothing 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 looking in you 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 Shooting vids in alley ways, my Timberlands got bitches' shit Up in the tread so bad that they got trashed, they was a Christmas gift Shit like this reminds me of the time we wasn't privileged Penny-pinching wasn't spending it, so frivolous So this is for the fans in the beginning, they were listeners And let me and music have a chance and I'm appreciative My mission ain't accomplished but you brought it where it is so 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 will 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 thanking ya'll for putting me on the map It's Last Call, homie, I'ma be back I promise that, yeah |
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