Red Rum

When you at the bottom
It always about a dollar
If we had more money
Money only adds more problems
Need it, now
Get, down
100, rounds
Homicide
Pull off, skat
Riding, strapped
Bad, bitches
In the, back

When you at the bottom
It always about a dollar
If we had more money
Money only adds more problems
So many thoughts
My conscience overloaded
That's a problem
I'll fuck around and I'll take it out
On anyone that wants em
Coming up
I'm like a sponge soaking up
My environment
My mama still working
She worked passed her retirement
I could never do that
To me, that's not inspiring
Scheming up a plan
While weighing my options of who Hiring
In and out of juvie
I was kicked out of school yeah
Finally got it right by the end of the School year
Working 3 jobs turned to sell drugs And rob yeah
I was having money problems
That I couldn't solve yeah

There's nothing
You can tell me
Once I black out
My mind already made up
I hope I never have to up the blick
Just like a layup
My closest friends are gangstas
But look at how I came up
I been through a lot of hell
Never nothing that made me give up
I think and speak on things
That some people are afraid of
On the stair way to heaven
Slowly moving on my way up
Sippen red rum

Now that I think about it
All I need is some guidance
At any moment can be chaos
Cause it's so easy to be violent
I really don't cater to violence
But my mind already made up
I got all my kids with me
And it's so hard to save up
Some niggas don't pay up
Would I be wrong if I sprayed up
2 shots to yo head
Now you can double-think it later
I'm always thinking while riding
Daydreaming feel so exciting
All it takes is one bad day
To make you think outside the box
Always comparing what they got
Make you be something you not
What I feel like deep side
At any minute can just pop
Trynna take the higher road
Demons in the car we gone

Need it, now
Get, down
100, rounds
Homicide
Pull off, skat
Riding, strapped
Bad, bitches
In the, back

There's nothing
You can tell me
Once I black out
My mind already made up
I hope I never have to up the blick
Just like a layup
my closest friends are gangstas
But look at how I came up
I been through a lot of hell
Never nothing that made me give up
I think and speak on things
That some people are afraid of
On the stair way to heaven
Slowly moving on my way up
Sippen red rum
There's nothing
You can tell me
Once I black out
My mind already made up
I hope I never have to up the blick
Just like a layup
My closest friends are gangstas
But look at how I came up
I been through a lot of hell
Never nothing that made me gave up
I think and speak on things
That some people are afraid of
On the stairway to heaven
Slowly moving on my way up
Sippen red rum
Sippen red rum
Sippen red rum