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Prod by Jahlil Beats Late night¸ I done ran out of swishas Shit it's only 12:30, it's still kinda early I pull up to the Texaco before I hop out I hit the blunt once more and then put it out Now as I open the door, as I walk in this door Somebody rushin to the front so the clerk empty the drawer He put the gun to his face and told him don't move I'm hidin behind a king of Pringles thinkin what I'm gon do Man I might die in this bitch, we just came for some swishas I'm nervous than a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us This remind of that motherfuckin scene out of Menace You know that feeling when you're so nervous you feel like shittin Then he let off a shot, but dude missed And I'm tryna text the homies like I'm stuck in some shit Why them niggas is fightin? Scrappin over the cash I saw the blunts by the racks, to grab the pack and hall bags I went on the block, here come the cops Tryna see the time but the light don't work on my watch I made it to the crib and put the key in my house Yelling to the homies as they sleep on the couch I'm tryna tell em what happened but they say that I'm losin it Told em my nigga came into the store and start shootin shit These niggas think I'm lyin but I'm tellin the truth And if you don't believe me you can turn on the news SongtexteThe pronounced the clerk dead at 3:22 Come to find out he surely used to go to my school He was a nigga named Bryce, I used to fuck with his sister Crazy motherfucker, always in detention Now he facing 35 with a public defendant Man and he ain't coming home, it's a wrap for that nigga As we spark up a blunt, who got the light? Asked er what the fuck we came to do, alright Aus Songtexte Mania