Rob Me A Nigga

[Hook - Big Krit] Rob me a nigga Rob me a, rob me a nigga Cause the bills too high, this nigga right here too fly And right now I just might rob me a nigga [Verse 1 - Freddie Gibbs] The liquor got me lurking and looking for a lame nigga 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 death wish It's kinda funny cause he used to be my nigga tho We was breaking bread, flipping bricks like a year ago Shit can get into a nigga'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 kill each other for a dollar Cause we want it in the worst way Money talk and bullshit gon walk a marathon And I ain't scared of getting killed cause I'm getting mine And if they ever try to raid, I'mma hit the fuckin pigs with the K's I ain't tryna do a lick of time Spend all my last money, the bills too high His jewelry, 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, muthafuckas 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 "Bitch where the cash? I can taste it" Put em on their faces: what you know about kidnapping And holding a nigga'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 Classic, and... Rob me a nigga Rob me a, rob me a nigga Bills too high, this nigga right here too fly Right now I just might rob me a nigga [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 pussy nigga 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 niggas wanna flash, Ima put it to they ass With the K out, ask a nigga, “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 Nigga, buck and get shot, that’s the street code I’m leave you there, do you, that’s how the shit go Just another episode, A-K explode In his head, left a smoke hole Be a shamed if you died over fake shit But that’s a lesson, if you out here on some fake shit Come and robbin everyday, know the young nigga hungry They be murkin for a quarter brick Know they kill 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, nigga, see flames We be takin so much, now the shit fun We be lookin for your shit fore your shit come Forty eight hours, nigga round my way Everyday nigga lookin like a sitcom In this game of lose or draw nigga You can be the one that get robbed Or be the one to rob a nigga But we all gotta eat, so we get no sleep We gon wait it out and kill a nigga