[Featuring: Alley Boy & Big K.R.I.T.]
[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Rob me a n***a
Rob me a, rob me a n***a
Cause the bills too high, this n***a right here too fly
Right now I just might rob me a n***a
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
The liquor got me lurking and looking for a lame n***a
To set up for my next lick
In the Chevy, about to roll up the stress, with a Tec
And what he got on his neck, got him a d**h wish
It's kinda funny cause he used to be my n***a tho
We was breaking bread, flipping bricks like a year ago
sh** can get into a n***a's head when his digits low
Make you wanna send one of your friends to his funeral
Maybe me and him was never friends in the first place
Don't mean a thing cause we share the same birthplace
Same city, same hood, but we down to k** each other for a dollar
Cause we want it in the worst way
Money talk and bullsh** gon walk a marathon
And I ain't scared of getting k**ed cause I'm getting mine
And if they ever try to raid, I'm a hit the f**in pigs with the K's
I ain't tryna do a lick of time
Spend all my last money, the bills too high
His j**elry, his whip game, the wheels too fly
I'm thinking about murder every time we cruise by
Heard he got like 84 elbows of blue fire
In the basement, muthaf**as still think basic
Thinkin' I'm a show up and erase 'em, but I ain't gonna chase 'em
I'm a be up in his crib waiting
"b**h where the cash? I can taste it"
Put em on their face: what you know about kidnapping
And holding a n***a's whole family for ransom?
When your stomach empty it's easy to understand it
Got me out here taking them penitentiary chances
"Born in this world of tears, will die laughing"
Put that on the headpiece right above my casket
Still in the game, my batteries still lastin
Bout to put some gas up in my Caprice Cla**ic
[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Rob me a n***a
Rob me a, rob me a n***a
Bills too high, this n***a right here too fly
Right now I just might rob me a n***a
[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
As I look at the charm, thinking of a strong arm
Seen his watch as he reachin for his car alarm
Bet this hundred round drum p**y n***a thinkin twice
Fore he try to run, shots spit, and the cops come
All they seen was my golds and a black mask
Throw the car round the corner, tinted up with no tags
All these n***as wanna flash, I'm a put it to they a**
With the K out, ask a n***a, "Where da sack at? "
Get hit, you wanna die for that rolex?
You can either get your life or that watch back
I'm a shoot you point blank, I'm just hoping you think
You can take it as a loss, you can get it back
n***a, buck and get shot, that's the street code
I'm leave you there, do you, that's how the sh** go
Just another episode, A-K explode
In his head, left a smoke hole
Be a shamed if you died over fake sh**
But that's a lesson, if you out here on some fake sh**
Come and robbin everyday, know the young n***a hungry
They be murkin for a quarter brick
Know they k** a whole fam for the whole thang
All the shooters up in Gary on the same thang
All the little homies scrap, so they look plain
Gun shots rang out, n***a, see flames
We be takin so much, now the sh** fun
We be lookin for your sh** fore your sh** come
Forty eight hours, n***a round my way
Everyday n***a lookin like a sitcom
In this game of lose or draw n***a
You can be the one that get robbed
Or be the one to rob a n***a
But we all gotta eat, so we get no sleep
We gon wait it out and k** a n***a