PUERTO RICAN RUM

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!