Stars Align - Rittz

North Side

Ye-uh-yeah, uh

Can’t find a lane?

Then you should make one

We the future like an alien intruder with a ray-gun

Fly as fuck or scared of heights or aviation

You lookin' for someone as tight as me, there ain’t none

Uneducated but I ain’t dumb, paint shinin' on my Cutlass

She’s my pride and joy like Stevie Ray Vaughan

Got a lot of dollars off my occupation

Jealous, poppin off, it’s obvious they pocket change shrunk

Now they wanna come apologize and make up

Got ho inside em', they should go apply at Avon

And those the type of guys I try to stay away from, they be too lame,

but they say they keep it A1

I bet I lay one

Out across the pave-ment

If they say somethin', I don’t play no types of games son

I’m representin' where I came from

North Side of the A, bitch until the day my grave’s dug

Standin' straight, weight on my shoulder weigh tons

Representin' Clintel-Strange-Slum it’s Rittz bitch!

My time has finally come to take what’s mine

I see my past life behind me, I just wave goodbye

I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars

I finally see the stars align

I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars

I finally see the stars align

It’s about that time

Look, I heard your entire tape and wasn’t inspired

It was hard for me to make it through but since I’m a — rapper

I feel like I should listen, now I’m wishin' that I didn’t

I would rather watch an episode of Empire 10 times

And I don’t even like the show, chopping rocks of white

Just know I tried to crush it up but then my license broke

Your style’s old like yellow stripes on and wire spokes

It’s time to go, I know your goal ain’t to retire broke

But on a brighter note, they might be hiring at Kohl’s

Try Verizon Wireless, there’s always people buying phones

Drunk or flying drones, crowds at shows are multiplying

Fire marshal tryna say we violating codes

Spraying my cologne, smelling like a millionaire

Silver pair of Jeremy Scott’s I hardly ever wear

Black hoodie but the fabric’s made of leather

Looking fresh like I was Fred Astaire, with a better head of hair

With no fedora on, fuck is going on?

Rappers dressed like Def Leppard, so, «Pour Some Sugar On Me"in the name of

love, I ain’t never changing up

I be backstage with the — bitches in there taking bumps

Love to blow a dick so much she just might suck the pigment off the skin

And when you nut she rubs it in like it was facial scrub

Too busy getting money, I can’t conversate with ya

And I don’t rap for free, I want some compensation, bruh

Mike was cooking up the beat, he hung his apron up

And when he did I picked my pen and paper up

It’s Rittz, bitch

My time has finally come to take what’s mine

I see my past life behind me, I just wave goodbye

I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars

I finally see the stars align

I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars

I finally see the stars align

It’s about that time

Listen, I’m not your homie bro, we barely know each other

You think we close because we did a couple shows together

Some folks I met on the road, I’ll probably know forever

You just kissing ass, always asking, «Can I open for you?»

I got a talent for spotting hidden agendas (Like what?)

You tryna copy me, watching like an apprentice (Hell nah)

I’m not Italian but I got some homies down to do a hit for me

They caught him and shot him in his appendix

It’s funny all these dudes, they shoes and scarves

And thinking they look original but they copying Jimi Hendrix

But everybody’s looking for something like Annie Lennox

I’m looking for someone to bring the Xanax

Higher than Bob Ross, watch me while I paint the canvas

And you just a ho, I figured you oughta know, shout out Alanis

Morissette, portraits I painted, ain’t it gorgeous?

Still I made a fortune, Porsches and Corvettes

Run up with the torch lit

Run off at the mouth and we gon' show up at your doorstep

Fuckboy, probably think he fly inside his Ford Flex, pocket full of Boar’s Head

Cheddar but never seen competition, doomed to corpses

You must’ve been born deaf, really you can’t be serious

You making Silkk the Shocker sound like he’s the greatest lyricist

That ever lived, that’s not a diss, I’m just comparing them

I might not be the biggest fish in this aquarium

But everybody in the water scared to fuck with me

So fuck I’m chalking up the piece, slumping in my bucket seats

Like, Riiittzz Biitchh

My time has finally come to take what’s mine

I see my past life behind me, I just wave goodbye

I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars

I finally see the stars align

I’m reachin' for the stars, I’m reachin' for the stars

I finally see the stars align

It’s about that time