JID - 151 Rum
Act One: Scene 4Yeah
Run, Ricky, run, run, nigga, run, jump, nigga, jump
Come here they come, run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk
My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
151 Rum and a blunt, young nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun
Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga done
Son of a God, son of a bitch
Son of a woman and man, son of a son, in a sunken abyss
Summon a plant, please come with a strip
Cover my back, cover mad, please come with the bliss
Look at the stash, JID like a magician
Fuck that, this some real ass shit, I paid blood for this
Takin' cheese from the government
Cereal boxes with the bugs in it
Hand me down, this my brother brother shit
Don't compare me to no other other niggas
In the city, boy, they say they fuckin' with you
Heebie jeebie, that's a bit disgustin' but I get it
I'm full of tension, full of spirit but full of shit
Standin' next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him
Shit, I miss him, I wish that that bullet missed him, but it didn't
And since I been livin' with it like a sickness
Intimate, infinite rhymes, give me the baton
A tickin' tickin' time bomb, takin' the finish line
Look alive, look in my eyes, look at you niggas tryin'
And you dumb, dumb better run, run 'cause we fryin' em
Eastside, where ya from, from niggas wildin'
So be silent before my niggas creep silent
With street knowledge, complete nonsense
Delete comments, online, all lies, we see violence
Everyday in my eyes, they killin' my niggas, die, nigga die
Pull up with the fire, get 'em nigga, it's eye for an eye
If we gotta ride, fuck it, nigga, ride for the ride of ya life
Diabolical minds, I don't mind it, I like it, I like it, I love it
I fuck wit' you, you a thug, I'ma thug with you
We can knuck, we can buck if a nigga fuck wit' you
I got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle
Run Ricky, run, run nigga, run, jump nigga, jump
Come here they come run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk
My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
151 Rum and a blunt, young nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun
Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga-
Written by:
Destin Route, John Welch, Peter Mudge
Publisher:
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