[Verse 1] They say that Rittz ain't sh**, Rittz ain't rich But you never heard nobody say that Rittz can't spit If you're looking for some bullsh**, this ain't it I just did a line of speed, 'bout to feel the drain drip Nose on fire, throat on fire Got my coat on, glowing, homie, no bow-tie Drinking Crown for some more, crow boat, go find mine Kind of like a snow globe, so coked out Rappers copy me sloppily, oh so twat No, adios guys - maybe I should help 'em out I could try and ghostwrite for 'em, if it goes right Maybe Bootleg Kev'll play it on the show, afternoon Like on that Big Sean song, Chief on strong Weed got me staring at a big-boned blonde I can see above her cheeks she had a big thong on Didn't mack, cause I could tell she need a King Kong schlong Damn, I forgot to put it in her a** Just to make her feel me enter it, consider it, and maybe later I'll find an Asian chick cause her hands'll make it bigger I'm just tripping, that's the sh** I say when I be drinking liquor Doing meth is a gift, I receive and I'm a giver That line's dedicated to my homie Scender My pissed-off manager can't control his temper When he call up and act like I got a new number Far from a newcomer, got the cue Done an aged b**h with a cucumber then I puked on her I'm just playing, she was 20, I'mma keep it 200 What? You hated how I look, but I finally grew on ya f** you, homicide, a lot of people do, burn a soup runner Cause I'm feeling like my stomach getting lit Bootleg Kev, Empire Business It's Rittz in this b**h with the homie Lifted Yeah - b**h