151 Rum
J.I.D Lyrics


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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
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 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

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to J.I.D's "151 Rum" describe the high energy and danger of living in a rough neighborhood. The opening lines "Run, Ricky, run, run, nigga, run, jump, nigga, jump / Come here they come, run, run, run, run" suggest that there is a sense of urgency and constant threat of danger in the singer's surroundings. The line "Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk" implies that the singer is carrying a firearm and is prepared to use it if necessary. The repeated use of the phrase "dumb, dumb, dumb" suggests a lack of intelligence or foresight among the people in the neighborhood, which could contribute to their risky behavior.


The second verse includes more introspective lyrics, with J.I.D describing his complex identity as a product of his family history and environment. He refers to himself as "Son of a god, son of a bitch" and "Son of a woman and man, son of a son, and then sunk in abyss," highlighting his mixed heritage and the struggles he has faced. The repetition of the line "I'm full attention, full of spirit but full of shit" suggests a recognition of flaws and shortcomings, but also a determination to keep striving for success. The final lines of the song ("Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga done") circle back to the themes of violence and danger established earlier, with the implication that even J.I.D himself might be capable of extreme actions if provoked.


Line by Line Meaning

Run, Ricky, run, run, nigga, run, jump, nigga, jump
Escape quickly, frantically, and agilely to avoid danger


Come here they come, run, run, run, run
The danger is approaching, so run away as fast as possible


Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk
Armed with a weapon and driving a car with booming speakers in the back


My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
The city is wild and crazy, full of reckless behavior


151 rum and a blunt, young nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
Drinking a potent alcoholic beverage and smoking marijuana has made the young man feel numb and he is now carrying a firearm for fun


A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun
The young man is willing to commit murder for enjoyment


Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga done
He only needs a small opportunity to kill someone


Son of a god, son of a bitch
He comes from both divine and profane ancestry


Son of a woman and man, son of a son, and then sunk in abyss
He is the product of multiple generations, but has fallen into darkness and despair


Summon a plant, please come with a strip
Asking for more drugs to be brought to him


Cover my back, cover mad, please come with the bliss
He wants someone to provide him with protection and more drugs to help him escape reality


Look at the stash, J.I.D like a magician
He is skilled at hiding drugs and making them appear/disappear


Fuck that, this some real ass shit, I paid blood for this
He has faced extreme danger and violence to obtain and protect his drugs and money


Taking cheese from the government
He is committing theft, likely welfare fraud, from the government


Cereal boxes with the bugs in it
He has lived in poverty and had to eat infested food


Hand me down then my brother brother shit
He has received second-hand clothing and possessions from his family


Don't compare me to no other other niggas
He is unique and does not want to be compared to others


In the city, boy, they say they fucking with you
People in the city respect and support him


Heebie jeebie, that's a bit disgusting but I get it
He understands and accepts the disturbing aspects of his lifestyle


I'm full attention, full of spirit but full of shit
He is focused and motivated, but also dishonest and full of flaws


Standing next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him
He witnessed the murder of someone close to him


Shit, I miss him, I wish that that bullet missed him, but it didn't
He regrets the loss of his friend and wishes he could have prevented it


And since I been living with it like a sickness
His grief and guilt over the murder have plagued him like an illness


Intimate, infinite rhymes, give me the baton
He is skilled in creating deeply personal and endless flows of lyrics, and is a leader in his craft


A ticking, ticking time bomb, takin' the finish line
He is constantly building towards achieving his goals, and may be explosive and dangerous to those who try to stop him


Look alive, look in my eyes, look at you niggas tryin'
He is focused and determined, and sees others as threats to his success


And you dumb, dumb better run, run 'cause we fryin' em
People who oppose him and his crew will be punished severely


Eastside, where ya from, from niggas wildin'
The Eastside is a dangerous and chaotic place where people are reckless and violent


So be silent before my niggas creep silent
He warns others to be quiet and not draw attention, lest they fall prey to his crew's violent tendencies


With street knowledge, complete nonsense
He has street smarts, but also recognizes the irrationality and chaos of his lifestyle


Delete comments, online, all lies, we see violence
He and his crew actively suppress and ignore negative comments and feedback online, as well as being aware of and using violence in their lives


Everyday in my eyes, they killing my niggas, die, nigga die
He sees the constant violence and death of those close to him, and accepts it as a reality


Pull up with the fire, get 'em nigga, it's eye for an eye
He is willing to use deadly force to retaliate against those who harm his crew


If we gotta ride, fuck it, nigga, ride for the ride of ya life
If necessary, he and his crew will risk everything to achieve their goals


Diabolical minds, I don't mind it, I like it, I like it, I love it
He and his crew are evil and manipulative, and he enjoys it


I fuck wit you, you a thug, I'ma thug with you
He supports and respects those who are violent and rebellious like him


We can knuck, we can buck if a nigga fuck with you
He and his crew are willing and able to fight and use deadly force to defend each other


I got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle
He has love and loyalty for those who have struggled and fought with him from the bottom




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Written by: Destin Route

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[Intro]
Act one, scene four

[Chorus]
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

[Verse]
Son of a god, son of a bitch
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
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, this my brother brother's 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 of tension, 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 tryin'
And ya 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
Every day in my eyes, they killing my niggas, die, nigga die
Pull up with the fye, 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 with 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

[Chorus]
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—



@bengixd

I seriously dont see how u can hate J.I.D.
dude is
-positive
-relatable to normal people
-productive
-real and genuine af
-cares about his fans
-rocks with the same crew
-does his music on his own
-puts out fire ass music



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@big_sketgaming

Rhyming: 10/10
Flow: 10/10
Lyrics: 10/10
Beat: 10/10

@weed_ja5271

11/10

@TheMusicalInquiry

Literally what is rap if not a combination of flow, beat and lyrics? How can the rap in any way be worse than the three base components of what makes rap? Why the 9?

@big_sketgaming

@@TheMusicalInquiry yeah, you right

@meepoman3941

Tebby Times rhyming 9, flow 8, lyrics like 7.5 beat is a solid 9

@jakewilliams5970

Lyrics 9/10

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@henry5829

J.I.D gave the beat 45 seconds,
And still, he caught up to the beat

@jaystaynutty7391

"Cached"? Not only did you use improper grammar, but you also managed to use the wrong word. They don't even sound the same.

@henry5829

Happy

@jaystaynutty7391

@@henry5829 I dont mean to be that guy, but it's still "caught".

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