Robin Hood - Azizi Gibson

On the road and I’m racing

I don’t know what I’m facing

Driving past the police station

I’m way too far in this Matrix

I rob the bank and I’m thinking (4x)

What should I do?

(4x)

(I don’t know what I.)

Speedchase on the freeway

Like oh no I’m fucked up

Tryna split the money when I’m 3 ways

But a nigga done snitched on us

So I hit the gaspedal all the way

So twelve can see my dust

Cause I’m not going down no way

She got me fucked up

So I gotta roll myself a damn J

Something that’ll take my stress away

Something real trippy for me to play

Cause this shit got me in a daze

And my mom on the cellphone, got the tone (oh no)

Left a voicemail on the cell, «I'm sorry mama, I won’t be coming home»

Then I toss out the phone, the gps was on

Then I speed up some more

Speeding through the fastlane

Don’t know if I be out at the end

Looking through the rearview

They getting closer again

I’m calling if I’m near you

You might have to hide your friends

I can’t even steer it through

I hope I don’t crash the whip