Paid The Cost

[Hook: Rittz] Ain't no turnin' back for me, I traveled way too far Told 'em I was born to be a star (I'm a star) Shinin' on the line and wastin' time inside the jar With a SupaHot beat bangin' in my car (In my car) Ridin' 85 like I might not live to see tomorrow If I die today, I could say I gave my all (Gave my all) Wilin' in my face behind my back they pray I fall But I finally found a way to shake 'em off (Shake 'em off) I paid the cost [Verse 1: Rittz] I ain't hard to find if I ain't touring I'm around the A You could hear me comin' from a mile away Bass beatin' in a Challenger, my caliber It's kind of hard to calibrate my attitude Like I should of been a member of the House of Pain Long hair like a young Diamond Dallas Page If you don't like me, then blame Strange Music They're the ones who came and let the lion out it's cage And all the homies that I used to have around me shaped When there were cloudy days, and I was countin' change They finally came back around when they figured I was 'bout to break And gave me pounds with a smiley face but shit If they could, they'd push me off a mountain range like in the movie script Makin' me lose respect so fuck them Bout to set my hometown ablaze "Dad aren't you proud..." I said, "...at the amounts I made?" He said, "That's great, Johnny Did you save money? That ain't played money. You should get a 401K, dummy Cause ya daughter's gonna be a day-comer when ya cake crumble You ain't sayin' nothing. You done been around the grey country almost twenty times But you take from her. Nothing's comin'." everyday drunk And I said, "Let me say something. You ain't got no faith in me I'm about to shape up." I had an awakening a breakthrough I done did my best to make due In this rap game and everyday is like April Fool's, nobody do what they say cause they ain't true Sweeter than apples and grapefruit So I'm battin' like Babe Ruth I done found an escape route I failed seventh grade and eighth too But now, I got a clothing line and my own flave' of vape juice It's White Heyzeus, SupaHotBeats let the bass loose Let's go [Hook] [Verse 2: Rittz] Look, how many features do I gotta do? How many people do I got to prove wrong? Sayin' I'm not the best, tryna argue who's better But ain't nobody this consistent, it gets me sick When they compare me to these Dr. Seuss rappers And they can't even tell the difference To them it's just fast rap, but me, I put my heart to use And every verse I pen, I spend hours No wonder why I be cursin' when I'm readin' these articles About who's got bars and who's got the squad That blew their business on their units. I'd have moved On an independent budget with a major deal My homie Slick, he told me to keep it playa chill He know I lost a couple marbles, screws Ain't too tight if you were me, and I ain't gonna call a truce I ain't deaf, I could make a list of kids Who listen to me and bit my shit and all approve Well so be it, But don't be as dumb by thinkin' I'ma let it go without exposing it It's no thing and by the way, this whole rap game's fake I ain't got no friends but my associates Low key It's all a big popularity contest Fuck the cool kids, they got a superiority complex And fuck they girlfriends too Tell em bye and leave 'em cryin' like they spilled Hawaiian Punch on they prom dresses It's RIttz Bitch! [Hook]