151 Rum

Act One: Scene 4
Yeah
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, and then sunk in abyss
Summon a plant, please come with a strip
Cover my back, cover mad, please come with the bliss
Look at the stash, J.I.D like a magician
Fuck that, this some real ass shit, I paid blood for this
Taking cheese from the government
Cereal boxes with the bugs in it
Hand me down then my brother brother shit
Don't compare me to no other other niggas
In the city, boy they say they fucking with you
Heebie jeebie, that's a bit disgusting but I get it
I'm full attention, full of spirit but full of shit
Standing 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 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 niggas trying
And you dumb, dumb better run, run 'cause we frying em
Eastside, where ya from, from niggas wilding
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 killing 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 with 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