Testo Kill The Rich

I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe
I was going back and forth today (Uh, yo, uh)
Take my time choosing what to say (We getting rich, we getting rich baby)
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum (Rob the rich, I'm boutta steal from the rich)
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe (Uh, uh, yo)

Well if you're bumping this track then I'm sure you wanna know
The absolute easiest way to stack dough
You're probably working day jobs and cleaning someone else's mess
So much stress you got a pain in your chest
Well sit and take notes I got knowledge to throw
The only way to get by is stealing from the rich folks
They got the nice cars and ice they pay the highest price just to gloat
Don't feel bad, they got a boat
First thing you wanna do is find a balling ass crib
You got a lot of options, take your time, get it in
You better do some digging, and try to find a spot that's not hot
With limited the security and what not Find out when they leave, and when they come back
Rich fucks always got a tight schedule and all that
Now jack a cheap ass car, that you can use for the boost
Better yet a set of stolen plates will do
Head to the gun shop, and use all the cash you got
Once you got the heat, stash it under the seat
To be sure they ain't home, give the front door a knock
It's a rich dude's spot, so you can't pick the lock
Instead of that, head to the back and find a window
Now put your gloves on and punch it out like a bitch hoe
Next thing you know, you're on the inside
You gotta be quick, so set a timer for 5
And look alive

I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe

(Terror: uh, round 2)

Now scope out the first floor, look for nice shit
Wallets, keys, a watch
Anything you can get
Check the house for false floors, cameras and trap doors
Everything you see here tonight is now yours
Find out where they sleep
And check the sheets and flip the bed
Check the closets anywhere you think they keep the bread
But keep your hand on the heat in case they come back
Don't be afraid to blast them or stab them in the back
'Cause the only thing standing between you and the cash is a bitch ass rat who can't even act
Eventually you'll find more cheese than you can spend
Escape the way you came in and watch the robbery end
Now you gotta act quick, and diss the evidence
Dispose of all your clothes and shit and blow up the whip
Figure out an alibi, maybe you was with a bitch
And she sucked your dick so good you passed out and didn't do shit
Or maybe you was driving down the street and fell asleep
Cause your dickhead boss making you work all week
Whatever it is, stick with that shit until it ends
And don't tell anybody, not even your closest friends
You'll be surprised how quick your homies hang you out to dry
They lie, cause they ain't get their piece of the pie
Well fuck all that, you earned every cent in the sac
Just go home and count your stacks
And never look back, it's Reid

I was going back and forth today
Take my time choosing what to say
Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum
Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum
Now I'm finding it hard to breathe