20 of the Best Lyrics From Rittz’s ‘Last Call’ Album

"Got a couple of homies that owe me some favors, to show their appreciation, they told me that they would bust they guns/But instead of it, I deaded it and just gave love/I'm in heavily indebted and I done took pay cost"

"I was just a kid from a small town, West of Pennsylvania/’88, Moved down to G-A, overwhelmed by the change, I was treated like a stranger cause I ain't fit in/I had no money, getting made fun of by the older kids/My brother wasn't in the same school to protect me, sixth grade/Every day they would jump me in the gym"

"In the booth of the 2-1-4 on stage faking, you thinking it's all good/I was just in a green room, had me crying looking at my lady lie in a pool of her own blood/Through a text, cut herself for something that I had done/Overseas, but I always get followed by bad luck/Bad time, I call on my homie but he ain't wanna console me, instead he told me that Top of the Line sucked"

"I don't use a bunch of ad-libs to distract fans, I combine the real with the metaphors and bars/From the wheel struggling to get a deal/Through the valley in the hills, like you tryna win the Tour De France/You can't tell me I don't kill shit, put me up in the Coup de Ville feel with a foreign car/But 10 years and I'm still lit, now my Colorado homies in their 20 past four o'clock"

"Showing off, spread my feathers like a peacock/I'm a keep grinding til the day Ifinally got it, diamond on my finger bigger than a Ring Pop/Finally in a sweet spot, you can hear the beat drop/Rumble in the sheetrock, why you tryna eavesdrop/In a hotel with the Molly Ringwald, in the field like I took a pill of the diesel"

"Pourin’ top-shelf liquor in my cocktail/The CLI-N-TEL Crew comin' like the cartel/Double-timing, but that’s how I feel/Better stay up in your lane, get in mine, hit the guardrail/Trynna work, but the cards dealt/And still flex on ’em like I’m doing curls with a barbell/Traffic in and out my house like it’s a yard sale/I be in the crib with a blonde bombshell"

"Being an entertainer, yeah beats a 9-to-5/Sometimes I'm scared there'll be a day where he runs out of rhymes/Sick of having to repeat himself a thousand times/But be careful, you'll get eaten, these mountain  lions/Surrounded by these wolves and they're dressed like sheep/Some people walk while I'm living my dream/But to settle ain't Rittz, I ain't gotta a Plan B/Give the fans all I got, jump ship by six"

"You a lame, using slang I ain't accustomed to/Saying 'what the fuck the I do' like when a lady wake up naked in the bed, laying, that's a Dr. Huxtable/Was you uncomfortable, wonderful/I'll hit a blunt with you then go and crush a box of Lunchables/Smuckers Uncrustables and a couple packs of Gushers/Bust a bag of Ruffles open, started cracking Dutches"

"I don't recognize you, we only met once/Even if we met twice on a night when I wasn't that drunk/I still don't recall what they fuck your name was/What it look like bitch, since you calling out nanes in a homeroom class/Hell nah, hear my speakers still bang in my old school Lac/Think everybody lame like tryna bring boat shoes back/Muthafuckas who kept their guns, knowing damn well that they won't shoot back"

"You can tell me that you made a mistake and judge a book by its cover when they discover my music, but that don't make any sense/If you gotta glimpse of me and you can see I'm a player illuminating, then you basically as lame it gets/Probably couldn't relate to me if you made an attempt/Customizing all my sneakers and I lace ’em with gems"

"I be bellowing, I'm finally off the road, any baggage, I'ma leave it with the bellhop/Shell-shocked when I came home 'cause I see a bitch when I'm peeking in the mailbox/Any bastard can ask that the stash that I had is a brag to my homie in the jailhouse/I can help now when you get out, I be well off, haters say hell nah"

"Lost a 9-to-5 and the house where she lived/All her belongings that she used to own are gone/Stunting when her mom wanna move into her home/Now they gotta go remove a tumor from her throat/Let you know that what you're going through could be worse/Such a strong person, I could never be her/Hoping all the chemo and the surgeries work/The redness on her neck is from the third-degree burns"

"North side Atlanta ambassador, back for more/The second I see em mash record/I'm spazzing on ’em if they asking for it/The first to put it on the map, so don't be acting like I passed the torch/Ain't got the patience for the back and forth/The murder weapons got me on a wanted poster with a cash reward/I'm short tempered, these boys better be glad I'm on/When I was young, I would jack you for your pack of ports"

"As time went on, you became a good friend, let your guard down, we would smoke and talk 'bout rap/When Slick was in jail you would check up on me, told me call you if I had a problem ’cause you got my back/When you was outta work selling herb, you could hunt the QPs, you would listen to the verse I dropped/Me and you was laughing saying it was ironic that my mama was the nurse when you first got shot"

I went from forging my report card/Skipping courses with my boys, smoking ports up in the courtyard/Good choices weren't going for 'em/Rap and hoping doors would open, I was sure to be a born star/I kept my sword sharp/Rhyming when I finally got a deal with 32, I put the pedal to the floorboard/Proving I could score points for the label, playing forward, steady, waiting for a day to play the point guard"

"Homie on the dog food, thought he got clean/Talkin' to him, all he doin' is nodding out, sleep/Who am I to judge him, hard for me to drink and not fiend/Scared they're gonna find a dead body in the box-spring/Know a lot of cool chicks, some with daddy issues/Hard to tell how many men may have been up in her mouthpiece/Men fuck a ton of women, they get certified pimp/When the shoe was on the other foot, they holler out freak"

"Several times it almost ruined mine, what a waste/Wanna lie like I'm doin' fine, but I ain't/Wanna quit before it's too late, pump the brakes/It's a cure, I wanna lose weight, but I can't 'cause I drink socially the only way that I can function/There's some people in the public, diss off an assumption/When I should have called and had a one-on-one discussion/Disgusted I'm cussing out someone that I trust"

"Dope fashion, throwback Girbauds wit' the Bo Jacksons/Coke addicts slaughter they nose, they grow habits/Wont catch a break, fumble the ball when they thrown past us/No ladders, hitter low, you should know what the vocab is/Hoes flashed us back then, now they show us the whole package"

"Drunk, vision like a camera with a cracked lens/Take a fat bitch, fuck her from ass end/Back back, pussy smelling like a bass fish/Class clown, never got to wear a cap as a graduate First period half didn't pass on their math quiz Glad til this rap shit happened, having to adapt to the acting, having to ass kiss/Fuck no, you can blow me like you play the trombone, let 'em choke on my dick like it's a cat gif"

"Minimum wage ain't enough income/Make America great again and trust in Trump/I be looking at the country, what the fuck went wrong/Why the fuck is the water in Flint, Michigan brown/But instead of investing government spending tryna fix it, they gon build a wall to keep illegal immigrants out/Feeling like it's game over, but the ball's in-bounds"