[Intro]
Y'all little niggas need to stop runnin' out this kitchen while I'm cookin' this food
And Robert, tell your brother he better have his ass in this house before the streetlights come on
And I am not fuckin' around with y'all
(7-Eleven) Hol' on, hol' on, okay, cool
Give me a four, make a rich man poor, I bet you won't do it
Thank you, hol' on (Never, never, okay, that's okay)
We gon—we gon' run it back, 7-Eleven (Okay, okay)
We gon' run it at 7-Eleven (Fuck wrong with him?)
Uh, give my motherfuckin' money
[Verse 1: REASON]
Hungry, snotty noses, hood niggas without some options
Chillin', plottin', Friday night, me, some duckets, nigga, what's poppin'?
He was born inside that lifе, I'm his friend, I went to collegе
I'm at home for winter break, when I got back, some niggas robbed me, ain't get everything
I try to talk him out that life, give him some better dreams
Like you ain't gotta keep hustlin', nigga, there's better things
But he's stuck in it, nigga, fuck it
His pops got seven mowers, his moms and his little brother on that porch chillin'
Think about retaliation and gettin' some more chicken
His heart frozen cold, I'm talkin' that corpse feelin'
You just gon' let them niggas rob you?
We got everything we need right here, let's go and slide through
That's a meal waitin' for us, only right we drive through
I can see it in your eyes, somethin' done changed inside you
We debate for hours and hours, just goin' back and forth
But we forgot something very important also on that porch
[Chorus: REASON, REASON, SiR & Kiilynn]
Blurry off a fifth, stumblin', gone vision
Devil still chasin', feel like he long-winded
Hungry little niggas that's lookin' for meal tickets
I was born in this machine some niggas is still in it
[Post-Chorus: REASON, SiR & Kiilynn]
Yeah, I'll die for this shit, nigga (Yeah)
I'll die for this shit, nigga
You know I'll die for this shit, nigga
You gon' to die in that bitch, my nigga (Yeah)
[Verse 2: REASON]
Cigarettes in the leg, domino slammin'
Front yard, slap box and dice row gamblin', rags on the stairs
I'm headed to that liquor store, what you want from there?
Couple homies with me, yeah, they say, "Cuh" but they ain't from there
But affiliations have you tied like even scores, as idle time and even more
We just saw them niggas that took my shit
Can't lie the ghetto DNA in me just got me pissed
I'm ready to lose it all, if we find them, I'm with the shit
Not really, I just know these niggas gon' be on my head if I don't
So the pride in me defines it, know I'm scared but I won't say it
Hate it or love it, playin', fuck it, it's no remorse
Forget about everything, I went and put my Glock in my shorts
Forgot my whole future and tryna pass my college course
Forgot my girl love me and if I die she'll see the corpse
Forget about love, once keep that shit so quick and short
But we forgot his little brother was sittin' there on that porch
[Chorus: REASON, SiR & Kiilynn, Kiilynn]
Blurry off a fifth, stumblin', gone vision
Devil still chasin', feel like he long-winded
Hungry little niggas that's lookin' for meal tickets
I was born in this machine some niggas is still in it
[Post-Chorus: REASON, SiR & Kiilynn]
Yeah, I'll die for this shit, nigga (Yeah)
I'll die for this shit, nigga
You know I'll die for this shit, nigga
You gon' to die in that bitch, my—
[Outro]
Bitch, these niggas still gamblin'
They're losin' all our goddamn money
Y'all money?
Yes bitch, our money
That nigga ain't got no money anyway
Man, I told y'all we should have been gone to Circus
You know I know Robert there, he gon' take care of us
It's always finna be niggas that take care of us
Plus, them niggas, they got money
But I love my lil' broke thing
Ah, grab that bottle, go get dressed
'Cause bitch, we finna go to the club to find you a new nigga
