Prod by Jahlil Beats Late night I done ran out of swishas sh** 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 b**h, we just came for some swishas Im nervous than a motherf**er, man this n***a might k** us This remind of that motherf**in scene out of Menace You know that feeling when youre so nervous you feel like sh**tin Then he let off a shot, but dude missed And Im tryna text the homies like Im stuck in some sh** Why them n***as 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 n***a came into the store and start shootin sh** These n***as 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 n***a named Bryce, I used to f** with his sister Crazy motherf**er, always in detention Now he facing 35 with a public defendant Man and he ain't coming home, its a wrap for that n***a As we spark up a blunt, who got the light? Asked er what the f** we came to do, alright