The Heist (feat. J Dilla & Quasimoto)

Aight, now I'm tryin' to get this money, man
We gotta, get this plan
We gotta make this shit happen right, man
Knowmsayin'? Don't fuck shit up
Right? Aight?! God damn!
(After the heist takes place)

Oh, shit, man! All because of cash
Fuck, now I'm mashin' on the gas (gas)
Left a nigga with a gash (gash)
This is worse than the last
Man still chasin' rainbows, now I'm in the 8th position
Feelin' mad stressed (stressed), stuck up on a mission wishin'
I took a different route, drinkin' on Guinness Stout
(Man, the cops is comin', we 'bout to go to jail)
Fuck that, I gotta be out
No time to chicken out, all I want to see's my clout
Then I go diggin' out my honey, celebratin' 'til she out
(But back to reality!)​ I got a fatality
And this bitch 'bout to rat on me, plus I got this gat on me
Blood all splat on me, I fucked up his anatomy
This bitch is 'bout to rat on me, plus I got this gat on me
(Ay, somebody's home, ay)
(Ay, somebody told me Miss Johnson ratted you better split)

Knew it, knew it
Knew shit wouldn't work
Fuck out this motherfucker

Chasin' rainbows, adrenaline pumpin'
Pimpin', drug dealin', gun runnin' plus body dumpin'
Herron pumpin' in my arm for the next heist
But I gotta pop lips, even though she looks nice
Or else I'mma pay the price, gotta get an alibi
Chasin' rainbows, where the rain in my hair flows
Hell if I get taken out by some chickenhead, honeydip
Over some dough and some Gucci, watch money flip
Honey slip, I'ma lie, and say, it was Slick
And if not Slick, then it was probably Eric
('​Cause that nigga psycho too) That's what I'm gon' have to do​
And that's word on my crew, but if she don't fall for it
I'mm go Chuck Norris and be out with Horace
Before the cops come for us—run, Forrest

Forrest, run! Hurry! Try!
Slow ass nigga!
Fuck!

Look at my friend
Look at my friend
Look at my friend
Look at my friend