Rum Cake

Yo Vic
What's poppin
Got them loose packs
Loose packs

[Verse 1 - Daniel Son]
Cold blue
That's old news
Every other day a body gets produced
In the wild west where we living with no rules
Cops killing kids
Moms yelling out "don't shoot! don't shoot!"
Run the field with finesse like a late Jeter
Find a body you gonna need a fucking lake sweeper
Find me lifted in the 8 seater
On the highway to hell I got a package for the gatekeeper
Bump Thelonius Monk tapes
Felonious trunks shake
Fly shorty baking up rum cakes
Hit Vesuvio's, eighty for one steak
Smoke back to back
How much abuse can my lungs take?
GTA streets on fire, rebels fire heat
Fuck the ambulance
My dude, let me die in peace
On the way to Heaven
Made it where those stairs end
But went back to cooking up
Chefing up the rare blends
These rappers over the hill
Supreme chemist
I was born so I could show em the skill
No clinic, doctors know that I'm ill
She swallow the pill
Then talk about her old man
She ain't over him still
But at least she cook the Greek dishes
Introduce me to a lawyer that speak Yiddish
Never cheap visits, I need my money large
Till I got three floors
Smoke in the parking garage
Through the alley
Almost tripped on a damn fiend
Feds want my fingerprints
I keep my hands clean
Back when all I had to eat was some canned beans
Lost a quarter million dollars at the Tangier

Then woke up like what the fuck
I know I'm gonna be rich
We all gonna be rich
One day
We all gonna be rich
Brown Bag Money

[Sample]
Hahahaha
How about that prick's face
When he saw the gun
Hahahaha
You wanna say hi to this motherfucker?
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Take it easy
(coughing)
Hahahaha
How's that wine? Good?
It really is
I gotta say
(sniffs)
I tell you though
When you pulled that trigger
I almost shit myself