I'm late thinking how I'm gonna get it

A lot chicken thinking how I'm gonna win it

Couple hundred thinking how I'm gonna spend it

Should I get some clothes or should I get some grams?

Okay grams it is hit the block up I gotta handle this

It's too hot on this damn block

Too many cops on this damn block

I've been here since eight it's ten oclock

And I ain't moved a rock on this damn block

Let me go home and write a rhyme, damn

I can't come up with nothing I can't write a rhyme

Fuck it, let me call Keisha up

She a fuck she a slut plus she be up

Called her once and a call failed

Called her twice and got a voicemail

Now I got, no pussy, no money and a burner on me

My thoughts ain't good, you heard me homie?

Now I'm playing with my safety on and off off and on

Playing with my safety!

I'm thinking about robbery honestly

And if it all goes well, maybe a robbing spree

N ah, that's a bullshit way to get it

Fuck it I'm on some bullshit they can get it

Niggas up the block got cake stash

Problem is I don't know where the cake at

I know where the place at

But I don't know where the safe at

Should I risk it?

Plus they got four niggas in there

Fully automatics there's no getting in there

Nah I need an easier link

I need to catch a nigger slippin while he sleep with his bitch

And if he stay sleepin it's the easiest link

If he wake up feed him the clip and keep going

Bottom line yup you never know what s on another niggas mind

So always keep your mind broke

Stay close to your pistol boy I suggest you stay close to your pistol boy

Stay close to your pistol boy...