Big K.R.I.T. - Rob Me A n***a lyrics

[Hook - Big Krit] 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 And 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'mma 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'mma show up and erase 'em, but I ain't gonna chase 'em I'mma be up in his crib waiting "b**h where the cash? I can taste it" Put em on their faces: 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, and... 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, Ima put it to they a** With the K out, ask a n***a, “Where da sack at?" Give it here, you wanna die for that rolex? You can either get your life or that watch back Ima 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 strapped, 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