[Intro: News Reports]
"Shot. They was talking right here, ran up the alley, and then, he was shot. Shot him."
"A good kid, with a bright future and a fiancée, was killed. The other victim was shot in the back, but is stable. The shooter is still walking the streets, armed and very dangerous."
[Dialogue: Royce da 5'9" & Clerk]
ROYCE: Excuse me, big fella
CLERK: Hey, hey, how you doing?
ROYCE: How you doing, you got rooms available?
CLERK: Yeah, what you need? A one-bed, or two-bed?
ROYCE: Uh, one bedroom
CLERK: Okay. We just need you to fill this out right here, just a lil' information. You know, just in case. All right. Now, how would you be paying for this?
ROYCE: Cash
CLERK: Cash?
ROYCE: Yeah
CLERK: Okay. Aight, here are your keys, son. Uh, the elevators are that way, and your room is gonna be on the ninth floor
ROYCE: Aight, have a good night
[Hook: Sample]
Looking out my window, from my ninth floor hotel room
I remember that cold, cold, rainy night
Looking out my window
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Feeling all alone on the run, I'm still holding onto my gun
Body on it from the previous evening, I found out I'm wanted
Niggas snitching is what the media screaming
I turn the channel on the TV, The First 48 on
Man, it ain't a loyal nigga on this TV nowhere
I cut the power off, disgusted
I'm contemplatin takin a shower to take all the gunpowder off
But what if they bust in, busting?
The nigga at the front desk act like he don't recognize me
But shiiiit, there's a reward for me, that nigga there hustling
I can't trust him, I gotta keep my eye on that window
Thinking about my kinfolk, wife and babies
I can't talk to them, life is crazy
Whoever thought it would come to this over rap nonsense?
Wrapped in the comfort of being attacked by my conscience
"Shot. They was talking right here, ran up the alley, and then, he was shot. Shot him."
"A good kid, with a bright future and a fiancée, was killed. The other victim was shot in the back, but is stable. The shooter is still walking the streets, armed and very dangerous."
[Dialogue: Royce da 5'9" & Clerk]
ROYCE: Excuse me, big fella
CLERK: Hey, hey, how you doing?
ROYCE: How you doing, you got rooms available?
CLERK: Yeah, what you need? A one-bed, or two-bed?
ROYCE: Uh, one bedroom
CLERK: Okay. We just need you to fill this out right here, just a lil' information. You know, just in case. All right. Now, how would you be paying for this?
ROYCE: Cash
CLERK: Cash?
ROYCE: Yeah
CLERK: Okay. Aight, here are your keys, son. Uh, the elevators are that way, and your room is gonna be on the ninth floor
ROYCE: Aight, have a good night
[Hook: Sample]
Looking out my window, from my ninth floor hotel room
I remember that cold, cold, rainy night
Looking out my window
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Feeling all alone on the run, I'm still holding onto my gun
Body on it from the previous evening, I found out I'm wanted
Niggas snitching is what the media screaming
I turn the channel on the TV, The First 48 on
Man, it ain't a loyal nigga on this TV nowhere
I cut the power off, disgusted
I'm contemplatin takin a shower to take all the gunpowder off
But what if they bust in, busting?
The nigga at the front desk act like he don't recognize me
But shiiiit, there's a reward for me, that nigga there hustling
I can't trust him, I gotta keep my eye on that window
Thinking about my kinfolk, wife and babies
I can't talk to them, life is crazy
Whoever thought it would come to this over rap nonsense?
Wrapped in the comfort of being attacked by my conscience
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