Texaco

Prod by Jahlil Beats

Late night I done ran out of swishas

Shit its only 12: 30, its 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 dont move

Im hidin behind a king of Pringles thinkin what Im gon do

Man I might die in this bitch, we just came for some swishas

Im nervous than a motherfucker, man this nigga might kill us

This remind of that motherfuckin scene out of Menace

You know that feeling when youre so nervous you feel like shittin

Then he let off a shot, but dude missed

And Im tryna text the homies like Im 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 dont 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

Im tryna tell em what happened but they say that Im losin it

Told em my nigga came into the store and start shootin shit

These niggas think Im lyin but Im tellin the truth

And if you dont believe me you can turn on the news

The 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, its 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