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Rum Nitty vs. Real Name Brandon
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I ain't even wanna have to do this to you, gang You gon' need extensive surgery if I gotta get yo' head tapped Big-a** Glock It fly by Nit then yo' head wrapped, on God! I pull up right to where yo' set at in jet black Backpackin' a baby; look like a stepdad Warnin' shot, kick in the door like, "Where the checks at?" My dawgs run in after the rounds; they gotta fetch that You a lil n***a wit' pride You my brother but I promise, if I gotta put my hands on Rum, I can't hold you You know where I see you, Nit? I just told you I'm from 'Dena, product of my environment It's how we was raised that got us trippin' You ever notice how when you move out the hood, go back to visit, n***as be different? I got a homie that was strictly a hustler; now, he a killer—the hood changed him Think Geoffrey on the Fresh Prince remake: n***a literally went from a regular n***a servin' to a gangsta For, like, fifteen hunnid, n***a, I get you mangled By some lil Simbas that laugh in the face-a danger But I get it; you don't know how the gorillas move out here If I go in my bag: llamas, bulldogs, Eagles; it's a— (Zoo out here!) They said I wasn't gettin' in wit' my gun I don't know if they was dumb or crazy You know what me and Monet from Power got in common? We both know how to hide a baby I run up on him, make him swing, hit him with that whoopsie—dazed him! He know he was gettin' this type-a Brandon; they hazed him This .45 blitz every time; ain't no safety I cop my guns from the same place my mom used to shop: the old Navy Chrome .380 All I need is one shot; I bet I spell him Everybody wanna play tough till they find out animals is in the game like Robin Williams If you can't catch that body sober, you not a killer You shouldn't have to be off a bean to pop and peel 'em It's not in ya Pistol-toter I'ma make sure it's understood that wit' me, it's magic birthday candles Once it's lit, it's lit for good I hit ya block Pick a spot and get the drop If this a opp, he gettin' shot Bullets fly by and sound like Lu when he whip the pot (This is not—) Pick a plot then pick a box He goin' in both— Before this sh*t even start, it's over, n***a Where I'm from, the first time you hear the homie real name if you ain't grow wit' him is bein' co-defendants Off the rip, believe he dyin' A clean sweep, three-peat I got the cheat sheet rhymin' They say the alien be sittin' on bars like— (E.T. ridin'!) F**k the deal I had a dream I smoked the homie Woke up hopin' that it wasn't real You wan' get killed? (Ayy!) I do this sh*t Lucrative Tryna start my year off on a run I might gotta drop Real Name like a fugitive You get hit I let it ring— (Nah!) I let it ring and clear out the whole buildin', though I know exactly what to do when I see Real: fire! I been on too many drills befo' You ain't no motherf**kin' killer, bro Look, Real, I done watched buster n***as like you get exposed I'm finna scold (Yeah!) At least two pa** when I shoot; that's a give-and-go But wit' a scope, I can shoot from back far Have you losin' blood from a long-range shot (How much?) A half-quart (Ayy!) This some sh*t for me to be mad for 'Cause they put me out this b*t*h with, like, five days' notice I can't wait to run into the Landlord That part (What? N***a!) The K dumpin' Ya face gushin' Still have a bunch of Real blood around me I don't play, cousin! Ya days numbered (Ayy! Ayy!) This n***a through Instant tool It's finna be a wrap fast—Jigga who? Stick and move We got sticks for you Or I switchblade Real Name like Duncan Pinderhughes Lift and shoot Try to take his head off when the 'matic fire Rounds goin' by Real Name on the stage—that's Danny Myers No lyin', I just battled cous' You know what that feel like? We locked it in twice And I'm not goin' back to the parallel universe I'd rather take Real life I don't care if we real tight 'Cause after this n***a get stretched They gon' be askin' if I'm still social wit' Real Name That's ident**y theft I'm a vet I just won the last Ultimate Madness It's no need to argue, then This a cakewalk again Beasley like, "At this point, Rum, you are U.M." I gotta win I'm that dangerous (What? Argh! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) Face shot when the MAC ringin' Now, RNB unidentified—The Masked Singer! I'ma leave him— I seen a post that said, "I'm tired-a n***as winnin'." Well, let's work This round a lil different He gon' get murked 'Cause I was thinkin' about that comment when I pinned it And it had me seein' red first Lead burst—
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