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777 Lyrics by RUMR

2020

[Verse 1: Ric Da Vinci]
Put y’all on thin ice like Fantasia
These levels up automatic like cell data
No hook needed from us down goes Frazier
I got full control of the game like first player
Fuck a relapse this more a re-up
Not really worried about enemies and how I treat ‘em
Better leave ‘em
Boutta hit you with a fully automatic two-seater
While I'm shot-gunning a drink of this water flowing
Autumn weather cuz they falling from it
Burning tracks like race car that palindromic
Use Da Vinci bars to annihilate and get some powder from it
Outta rum but I ain’t outta breathe
That’s a lotto bucket to allowance money
What separates us isn’t just the bars
Man it’s how I run it
Two hits leave ‘em toothless
Better brace yourselves
Orthodontist coverage is upon your sufferin’
Dropping gold sense all over the track
I got sonic bumpin
Overdosing on unorthodox flow
Son you brothas I'm an uncle from it
Flow would even make Christian Bale (bail) like Na Na Na Na
Man this clip banana
Navigate me right to the goat status
I'mma win a grammy for my nana watching
Time in my hand
I ain’t talking watches
Lavish life
I want the walk-in closet
I’ll be moving my studio into a closet that’s bigger
Staying humble for the bigger picture
I be rippin' the flow until the internet turn into a schism
Then the God Flow gonna bridge it back together
With this 20/20 vision
Back in frame like the glasses taped
You would think it’s smoke and mirror
I’m a wizard with it
Put a trey in the back of competition
I'mma wash-a-ton, like I'm Bradley Beal
Pass it off like Jason Williams to some other Kings
Like we from Sacramento
Not Magic tricks you either fly or-land-oh my God
I'm seeing R3d

[Verse 2: J-R3d]
R3d is up next
I got the sixth sense
If I'm beefing with you
I'm speaking to death
My shots should be banned
I ain't talking absinthe
I take you to school
There will not be absence
Universal flows
I'm reading atlas
I'll always be on top
My foes are ad libs
19 ways I could kill you on vid
You are at risk
One bar erase you, you, & you
That's a hat trick
I was born a star
My last name asterisk
Yes I'm saint
But I'll square up
No Patrick
Fucking with a nigga
You will get ass kicked

All my words pierce your chest
Ain't vest that protect
I upset all the pest
Bet they stress if they step next to best
I detect any threat from the east to west
Press the Wess to ya temp
Then i pull and you rest
Nigga with every breath I go deeper in depth
Ain't no one that can test
I'm the ref and the vet
That will bench any guest on the court and in strength
So don't contest

Ever since recess
Always been a reject
Never had respect
So I had to reset
Killed all my pretense
That was my demons
Why would i regress
I built my defense
You could start heaving
It's never reaching
Pussy stop reaching
What is your reason
Do you like breathing?
Do you like sleeping?
You better reflect
Cuz I do not regret

I leave the beat roasted
Never been low-res
Loco like Lopez
That is my process
When I start floating
Bet they gon' protest
Even God notice
He be like (Oh shit!)
Spittin' the dopest
Grow like I'm lotus
As long I'm focused
Them niggas is hopeless
Stab 'em like Copeland
They are not coping
Spitting so much heat
Nigga now I'm fucking homeless
AH HAH

[Verse 3: Mugen Styles]
No cap
I just took a hella lot of caps
And now I’m tryna rap this shit
From the age of keeping money
In between the mattresses
We don’t bank on the establishment
Banana clip like a Cavendish
Traded for cosmic assistance
But I still keep a little piece
Gotta keep the peace
We got
Witches in the west and the east
My lil bro he know alchemy
We got the space of a galaxy
This is the palace
And I am the king
Wonderland
Ain’t the looking glass
That it seem
Everything is gonna come to pass
I’ve seen it all in my dreams

Fuck with Ratchets
Like you Flew Over the Cuckoo
Some of you rappers sound like
You had a lobotomy done to you
Gold honey drip
On my wrist
Baby I’m winning
Winnie the Pooh

I got a story for you
I’ll go from live in the stu
To stories, got two
Doing it solo
Or three to the group
Mugen, Jinn, Fuu
Back to the roots
Champloo
Anything you can do
I can do
Better

The chitter chatter
Rinse and lathering
My ego
It's out of control
But I could fit everything I own
My possessions
In my vehicle
Lot of people been possessive
With they feelings lately
Man I don’t know
I just figured we could all heal
Cause away from the light it get cold

7FEED YOUR SOUL7
7FEED YOUR SOUL7
7FEED YOUR SOUL7
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RUMR

RUMR

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