How To Rob With Rob - 9th Wonder, Murs

Now, I never been a crook

Grew up in the hood off the Av. Meadowbrook

Had always been shook when it came to the gun play

Tried to stay up out the way until one day

The homie showed up on the porch

Reached in his pants, in his hands had a torch

The heater, the burner, the chop — let me stop

A taped up Chrome .38, not a Glock

Put his finger on the trigger, put it to my head and pulled it

I flinched, nothing happened cause he didn’t have no bullets

I punched him in the chest, I said «you play too much»

It was the homie Killer Robbie, didn’t say too much

He said he had to put me on to this lick we could hit

Do it real quick and we can split with a grip

Usually, he would’ve never fucking brought this to me

He knew I was a square but he knew I needed money

I’d been saving for these Tech 1200's and this new mark mixer that he knew I

really wanted

Confronted with this opportunity, what to do?

All I needed was a couple more hundreds, I was cool

So it’s off to the strip well-known as Melrose

Every single bone in my body saying «hell no»

We mobbing on foot, no whip

When we got to Beverly I was shook as shit

Now I’m thinking, «maybe I should turn back

I could work with my moms at the cleaners, earn that»

Now I’m in the alley, standing with a hoodie on

Rob saying I should feel lucky that he put me on

Name ain’t Robber but we all call him Rob

Cause he rob motherfuckers like a full time job

So I probably wasn’t as nervous as I should’ve been

Walked to the door of the store and he pushed me in

Grin on his face, like he was at ease

Pointed a gun at the clerk, told him get down on his knees

Didn’t see him as he quickly went and grabbed the twelve gauge

'Till he turned around and jammed it into my motherfucking face

Rob pulled the trigger and the gun went click

Jig is up, now we sitting there holding our dicks

Young, dumb, full of cum and ready to run

For my life but he said «hold tight 'till the cops come»

Fuck outta here, made a right doing light speed

Hid behind a dumpster in the alley, was a tight squeeze

Heard the cops say «freeze» and heard some shots

Then I thought about Rob and I thought «probably not»

I hid in the alley for like four more hours

When I finally walked home, I was feeling like a coward

Took a shower, passed out, face covered in tears

It was so surreal, everything felt weird

If not for God’s grace, I’d be a dead motherfucker

Woke up the next morning, went to work with my mother

Earned enough for my turntable set that summer

And I put Rob on my first mixtape cover

Ah!