[Intro]
Y'all love, start runnin' out this kitchen, pickin' his food
And Robert, see buddy, you better have it back before the streetlights come on
Hol' up, hol' up, okay, cool
[?] make a rich man poor, I bet you won't do it
Thank you, hol' up, okay, okay, okay, okay
Seven or eleven
Ah, 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 life, I'm his friend, I went to college
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 lifе, give him some bettеr dreams
Like you ain't gotta keep hustlin', nigga, there's better things
But he's stuck in it, nigga, fuck it
His pop's 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' that changed inside you
We debate for hours and hours, just goin' back and forth
But we forgot something very important also on that porch
Y'all love, start runnin' out this kitchen, pickin' his food
And Robert, see buddy, you better have it back before the streetlights come on
Hol' up, hol' up, okay, cool
[?] make a rich man poor, I bet you won't do it
Thank you, hol' up, okay, okay, okay, okay
Seven or eleven
Ah, 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 life, I'm his friend, I went to college
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 lifе, give him some bettеr dreams
Like you ain't gotta keep hustlin', nigga, there's better things
But he's stuck in it, nigga, fuck it
His pop's 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' that changed inside you
We debate for hours and hours, just goin' back and forth
But we forgot something very important also on that porch
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