Before I Got Robbed

I was chilling at the crib on a Sunday/

I just finished at the gig, shit was mundane/

Somehow, all my niggas had the day off, and they was up at Thunderbowl/

Shining like a halogen and giggling with pretty hoes/

We all got paid 2 days prior/

I was trying to save some bucks, like my first name's Giannis/

When you're young and nineteen, you be filled with the fire

But that shit don't really mean that you be thinking the brightest, tuh/

My dawg hit me up/

He said they want to get some grub, 'bout to pick me up/

I admit, I felt a little bit of sourness/

Hella hungry, but the fear of missing out was just-nigga's pride/