Lyrics: John Welch/Peter Mudge/Destin Route
Music: John Welch/Peter Mudge/Destin Route
Act one scene four
Yeah run Ricky run run n***a run jump n***a 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***a 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***a done
Son of a God son of a b***h
Son of woman and man son
Of a son 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 JID like a magician
F**k that this some real a*s s**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 s**t
Don't compare me to no other other n***as
In the city boy they say they f**king with you
Heebie jeebie that's a bit disgusting but I get it
I'm full of tension full of spirit but full of s**t
Standing next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him
S**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***as tryin'
And ya dumb dumb better run run 'cause we fryin' 'em
Eastside where ya from from n***as wildin'
So be silent before my n***as creep silent
With street knowledge complete nonsense
Delete comments online all lies we see violence
Every day in my eyes they killing
My n***as die n***a die
Pull up with the fye get 'em n***a
It's eye for an eye
If we gotta ride f**k it n***a
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**k with you you a thug I'ma thug with you
We can knuck we can buck if a n***a f**k with you
I got love for you out the mud
With you off the muscle
Yeah run Ricky run run n***a run jump n***a 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***a 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***a