Vic Grimes - Rum Cake lyrics

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 k**ing 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 f**ing 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 f** 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 sk** 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 f** 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 motherf**er? 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 sh** myself