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151 rum - jid lyrics

[intro]
act one: scene 4

[chorus]
yeah, run, ricky, run, run n-gga, run, jump, n-gga, 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 n-gga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
a little bitty k!ller really doin’ it for fun
give him a little bit and he’ll get a n-gga done

[verse]
son of a god, son of a b-tch
son of woman and man, son of a sun, in a sunken abyss
summon a plan, please come with a script
cover my back, cover man, please come with the blitz
look at the stats, j.i.d like a magician
f-ck that, this some real -ss sh-t, i paid blood for this
taking cheese from the government
cereal boxes with the bugs in it
hand me down, this my brother brother’s sh-t
don’t compare me to no other other n-ggas
in the city, boy they say they f-cking with you
heebie jeebie, that’s a bit disgusting but i get it
i’m full attention, full of spirit but full of sh-t
standing next to lil tay when that bullet hit him
sh-t, i miss him, i wish that that bullet missed him but it didn’t
and since i been living with it like a sickness
intimate, infinite rhymes, give me the baton
a ticking, ticking time bomb, takin’ the finish line
look alive, look in my eyes, look at you n-ggas tryin’
and ya dumb, dumb, better run, run ’cause we fryin’ em
eastside, where ya from, from n-ggas wildin’
so be silent before my n-ggas creep silent
with street knowledge, complete nonsense
delete comments, online, all lies, we see violence
every day in my eyes, they k!lling my n-ggas, die, n-gga die
pull up with the fye, get ’em n-gga, it’s eye for an eye
if we gotta ride, f-ck it n-gga, ride for the ride of ya life
diabolical minds, i don’t mind it, i like it, i like it, i love it
i f-ck with you, you a thug, i’ma thug with you
we can knuck, we can buck if a n-gga f-ck with you
i got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle

[chorus]
yeah, run ricky, run, run n-gga, run, jump n-gga, 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 n-gga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
a little bitty k!ller really doin’ it for fun
give him a little bit and he’ll get a n-gga-

- jid lyrics

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