Jamaican Rum ft. RichDaPitt Lyrics

Uh, I dream filthy

Mines and pots mixed me with Jamaican rum and whiskey

Uh, what a set off, runnin' scrimmage drills

I don't wipe the sweat off, guillotine dead off

I rap my head off, my soul sped off

Elephants in the room, I stayed away from vermin

Fuck bitches, get money, that shit my favorite sermon

Major purpose in my conviction, tried to stay determined

Lately I been searchin' for options to get away with murder

Viola Davis became my favorite person

The plug hit me with dreams, I'm tryin' to make a purchase

Since the very beginning, they tryin' to see who up to bat next

And I wonder why they call me Terry McGinnis, cause I'm beyond that

Hittin' jokers is in my contract, they catchin' contact from my highs

They don't mind that, racism still in play

No need to remind that, we still armed like Jax Briggs in Mortal Kombat

We even got some black ops too, I'm tryin' to see where they respond at

Send invites, they don't respond back

Go some time back, I was ratchet like a linebacker

Lookin' for passes and wonderin' where my lie back

Remind back, Damian Wayne, I had to tighten up

Chick Raven, tellin' me lighten up

While she was tryin' to save everybody for free

I need a Snyder cut, I'm hittin' cyphers up

Givin' gold, gave her my Midas touch

I ain't hype enough, wait, what you know about quittin' your nine to five

The rap, you tryin' to try your luck

And shorty say she down for the ride, but she require stuff

Cruisin' on that road to success, but then your tire bust

You feelin' like God be givin' you limitations

Everything that you touch, glass, that's visitations

Losin' your sense of peace, demons finish your statements

Goin' through different phases, talkin' the God like

Tell my cousin that I love him when you get the chance

This Cosamigos got me feelin' like a different man

I kept a promise to myself that I would stick to plan

Until it ridin' our test, but shit done hit the fan

Tell Vince McMahon I got three 16s, they stone cold

My shoes is brand new and I just got a old soul

And I'm a light-skinned poet, complexions rose gold

If I lift one finger, it's lit like phone home

I done balled so hard, niggas callin' me Chromedome

Part-time, big-timer, I'm gettin' my roll on

Face-timin' with a shorty that's singin' a old song

She tellin' me, hold on, she don't wanna throw the pussy

Cause niggas she fuck with, vibrated a low tone

Got me talkin' to my elders and gettin' my scroll on

You would think I'm slippin' up, I say most y'all wrong

I stand on that title like Drake and so far gone

I bark on songs, people sayin' I mock DMX

Think they know about Detroit because they watch BMF

But miss the process, seven-mile road, that shit the projects

Plottin' on a few Gs while I listen to Wyclef

I couldn't sidestep, I'm goin' through hell before my time death

That pole with me like Lil Nas X

You unidentified, flyin' object cause you a photo of dog

Young boy known to go off, it's no time to brag or gossip

Losing focus on a chick that's Agrabah

Bitch, I'm workin' cause I got a flow too thorough

You can miss me with the jazz, man

Now I'm in a whole new world, it's almighty

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