See, I ain't have a close friend in a long time
So now I'm in this trench coat, midnight, with a long nine
Twelve gauge, ski mask, brim hat and some sungla**es
Tried to borrow some money but when I asked no one had it
When I put this double barrel on your nose like sungla**es
And tell you to run sh** you better just unanswer
Because I'm going to squeeze the trigger
Then I'm going to run faster
Than your man who seen me shoot you that I had to run after
Knock over some trashcans, jump over some parked cars
Run through some abandoned buildings - your boy is a track star
I'm about to stop jogging. I ain't even get one holler
f** it! Here come the cops. Looks like I'm not getting one dollar
Now I'm exhausted but I still got the same problems I had
Before I k**ed this drug dealer and his thug partner
Back to the drawing board, what else did I have planned?
Rob me a bank this time? Stab me a dope man?
You'd think I learnt my lesson. Some n***as just don't, man
As long as I live in the hood my ignorance has no end
As long as there's heinous crime and there's f**ing bills due
I will grab a gun and a mask; I'm a k** you
Some sh** I ain't proud of but definitely still do