เนื้อเพลง 151 Rum - J.I.D

[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 killer 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 ass 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 killing 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 killer really doin' it for fun
Give him a little bit and he'll get a n*gga-