Artist: Rittz f/ Fatman Deezy, Hitman Shawty, Kane Album: Last Call Song: Win * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * deluxe edition bonus track [Intro: Fatman Deezy] Yeah, you know'm talkin 'bout? It's a trip when you're goin down And you got all them suckers around, you know'm talkin 'bout? But what's really, fucked up, is when you get up off yo' ass Them same suckers that wanted to see you finish Now they got to see you winnin, and they got to see you winnin Tabernacle, cathedral [Rittz] Ain't shit changed but the time on the wrist watch And my shit might rhyme to design This decent Defiant hoodie, they send another gift box Not the type of rapper you gon' find inside the thrift shop Runnin to the money like a pit boss (whoa) Takin trips cross-country My inbox full of titty pics, make a pit stop You can see the lip prints on my dick from your lip gloss Pimp shit, bitches always lookin shocked, tell 'em get lost My celebrity affectin me, somebody must've tipped off people where I live, see them ridin by my crib with they phone, poppin flicks off Gettin flicked off (hehe) I'ma upgrade soon cause I just made 200,000 Every time I check my balance I'm astounding Countin down my racks and shit I'm 'bout to lift off NASA, plasma, TV 65-inch Class of '98, skated out in '96 Glass of Crown Royal, splash of a lime, Whizz Massive amounts of gas, used to have to buy mids Used to have to fry fish Thinkin how can I fit all this shit inside this dumpster without havin to dive in Makin $9 an hour, I barely had enough to buy cigs And I ain't tryna say that I'm rich But I ain't trippin on no 'Port package Livin more lavish, New York status Got the horseradish and the Au Jus on the side of my prime rib I'm just proud of what I did When people see you livin better they get bitter like some dry Gin But I ain't finna let 'em nestle under my skin Game over, I win in the end, cause Ya-uh-yeah [Chorus: Rittz] So much time was spent, trippin cause I never had a dime to spend Situation made it hard to find my strength to convince myself in the end One day I'd finally win.. I knew I'd finally win And I'ma keep winnin again and again and again Cause so much time was spent, broke in the same boat with my friends But when I blew there were more then a few that would try to act cool But I knew they hate to see me win.. they hate to see you win But I'ma keep winnin again and again and again, and [Hitman Shawty] Feel like Tom Brady in the Super Bowl Ridin in the 'Vette, they gon' stay patrol Rittz on that brown, don't lose control All the work gone, bring another load Don't leave the state, out on parole Safe full of money, kill me for the code This a celebration like I make a toast E'rybody eatin, fuck who ate the most Goin coast to coast, shop at different states Jet skis on the lake Feds try to build a case Stab me in back, smile in your face Laid back, windows tinted Home run, ninth inning 'member days with some pennies They don't wanna see me winnin [Chorus] [Kane] I've done it all, seen it all Slick boy bitch, I was born to ball Been kickin up dust and stirrin up fuss since a young nigga was about two-feet tall Been takin trips back and forth out the mall Fuckin up checks and servin hard ball Smoked the best green and shot at dope fiends And hung with niggaz who got lawyers on call But now we gotta deal with the new wave Some fake like Shaq wearin toupees All the Instagram cap get you melee'd Twelve addin up shit like fifth grade Some of the friends we grew up with ain't to be fucked with and crab any chance they get Say that we'd kill for you but steal from you Too old for that duck shit, quit Actin like you solid when you know you ain't Hoe runnin through your vein like a blood bank I mean the shit just pitiful, the hatin gettin critical They rub off on a player like wet paint Tell your partner that you comin when you know you cain't Tell your homie you gon' help him when you know you ain't Claimin that it's all good but the shit fake I could tell if you're a lame from a handshake Where I'm from gettin money be the mandate At the spot shit movin like an earthquake Fuck around get flipped bitch, pancake Do a 8, treat the shit like a mixtape Say I'm +Strange+ but my +CliNTel+ Norman Bates Open 24/7 with the best rates Watch the company you keep, streets give or take Ain't a perm on my name and I'm still straight [Chorus]