Till the End Rittz

[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