PUERTO RICAN RUM

Lyrics

My favorite kinds of parties is house parties With down shorties, but shit changed, niggas don't come around hardly Motherfuckers got jobs and rents doing And if it ain't about bucks they don't give much of a fuck I fucks with you but I'm saying, "Remember back when the - Ah, forget it." We said that money wouldn't change us but we let it Soon as 24 Frames hit all those pages on Reddit Oh, T.Shirt is different now, it changed his whole aesthetic Yeah right, still the nigga walkin' 'round with a red cup Beating niggas down, don't let 'em breathe, never let up Niggas used to hate me cause I said shit dead-up Now I use this shit to my advantage, get my bread up Fed up so I turned it, pussies almost had me Second-guessing what part of this made me happy Had to be the house parties, what an innocent time Fucked up with your family dreaming 'bout the finish line Fuck a debut, I'm debuting all over this girl's back Never live by the standards of the world of rap Fuck that. Rich Hours, rapping since before they hit the Towers Still not on the list but they not on the list with ours You want mansion, blue room, motherfucking kitchen Private parties you couldn't get in if you paid admission Depression never get to me, burgers homemade recipe Take care of me, this Puerto Rican rum will be the death of me Things get weird, the beat changes octaves Friends write themselves off, I wish you good doctors Friendship looking bleak, future looking bright Lana's wearing something I can tell it's gon' be a good night Don't hit me for the address, you're worse than an actress I leave you flat, like the porno mag under your mattress Cut off the masses, focus on your best Happy New Year, niggas Purple lapel, double breast Yes!