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Act One: Scene 4 Yeah, run, Ricky, run, run, nigga, run, jump, nigga, jump Come here they come, run, run, run, run Gunner 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 woman and man, son of a son, in a sunken abyss Summon a plant please come with a strip Cover my back, cover man, please come with the blitz Look at the stats, 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 did 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 SongtexteA ticking, ticking 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 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 Yeah, run Ricky, run, run nigga, run, jump nigga, jump Come here they come run, run, run, run Gunner 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- Aus Songtexte Mania