You hit the switch, the lights came on
I never dropped my guard, I never flinched
I told bro “Go get the money"
He said, "It's behind the fridge"
I told that pussy, "Face the ground"
I pushed my hammer in his ribs
Bro came back with a bag, that's when I knew
So I cuffed him like the CID's
Cable-tied his hands and laid him out, he was pissed
Turned off all the lights, we took the stairs, fuck the lift
Silence all the way down, 'til we get back to the whip
I'm clearin' stairs, four at a time
I'm lucky that my black 95's have got grip
Got my gun in my pocket, not my hip
And if fed's try stoppin' me now, I'll let it rip
We made it to the car and we still ain't said a word to each other
Pulled off with the lights off and disappeared in the dark
"Go straight and then right", is it too soon to laugh?
Park off the dinger, leave the mash where I park it
Get the money and the food, and jump on this R6
Cuttin' through the ends to my bando apartment
Blue lights at blue lights, what's the chances?
But we're on the bike, so we got the advantage
I got sixty-bags and ten bricks in my armpit
Lucky that I put the hammer down, I would've started clartin'
Bro speedin' and weavin' through the traffic
I can see myself dyin', I ain't trying to be dramatic
They gotta call the chase off if we move eratic
So we had to wrong-side it, man, it could've gone tragic
Now we're back on-foot runnin' made it to the trap
And we're countin' up this money, bro got his stacks
One for him, one for mummy
Then he said he can sell the food to his cousin
Not for no family prices though, 'cause I ain't do this for nothin'
Give it couple days, let the streets die down
About a week later, bro said his cousin's comin'
Ten bricks, thirty-bags each, that's lovely
I swear I'll kill them both if they're fuckin' with my money
Paranoia settin' in, I heard the door knock
I told bro, "Go let him in"
The guy I see, he was dark skinned with a half grin
But for some reason, I was lookin' past him
In the same second, donny started blastin'
Shot his cousin in his guts
I weren't thinkin', I just charged him
Got him on the floor and somehow I disarmed him
Shot him with his own strap, straight in ‘ah him forehead
Got bro off the floor, he was bleeding and bawlin'
Grab the bag with the food and cut, no stallin'
(Ah, ah, ah, fuck!)
My brothers bleedin' out I need to call the ambulance
There's murder in the air and I don't like the ambiance
I waited in the block until I see lights hit the corner
I cut out the back and disappeared into the trauma
I took a petty bath and then went straight to the sauna
Sittin' by myself now, I can't help but wonder
What if bro tried to set me up, and his cousin meant to kill me?
But he fucked up, I'm runnin' out of trust
I only did this for us
Shit, fuck
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