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bo (f.k.a. jam) - the heist كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
ok it’s me and homies chilling in the back of the van
we had little bit of lettuce now we cracking a can
we brainstorming on the ways we could be stacking the bands
i’m talking grands and the millions, prepping for a tilly man
raised in the era of racism and gun violence
we ain’t strangers to the fighting we just out here surviving
cause a man’s gotta eat, gotta have nikes on feet
so we started planning robbery
we prepping for a donny b
drawing schematics being systematic about it
we ain’t acting erratic homie we being pragmatic
we got a plan for the heist
with our knives strapped to our thighs
and automatic weapons
we ain’t been stressing, we’ll be protected
pulling mask over my eyes i don’t even ski
but we been planning this for weeks now i’m ready to freak
we headed down town 2:45 in the am
hoping the security guard at the bank is already asleep
so we pull up to the back door
hungry for the cash, four dudes in all black
and we gunning for the stash
putting money in the bag, more money in bag
guard is incapacitated we were congratulating ourselves
’til we hear the sirens screaming and the ops yelling freeze
there was a silent alarm, now we shaking at the knees
so we pull out, plenty of cash, so now we full out
with the gun spray, pandemonium as we running away
gas to the floor hear the sirens chasing quick
bullets flying at us miracle none of us taking hits
and then they hit our tires spin out
my homies yelling get out
hoping i can make it alive and so i dip out
with the bag of money running for life with my homies
now we getting cornered in the forest
our last chance to get home out the door
i take a bullet to the knee and the shoulder they pop
my life is flashing they surrounding us now as i drop

[pre-hook]
feel like i’m dreaming
slow motion gunshots and my homies screaming at me
and i
i’m just praying i survive
wasn’t in the plan to die

[hook]
now as i lay me down to sleep
pray the lord my soul to keep
if i die fore the end of the night
i’m making peace with my demons praying god save my life

[verse 2]
psych i ain’t even stressed, plan b in effect
my other homie in a chopper and he making a mess
he drop a ladder down emptying rounds at the ops
we climbing up with the bags
desperately dodging the red dots
as we nearing the top, the pilot sniped in the noggin
in awe, but i gotta take the sticks
cause there’s no way they’re stopping us
so i hop in the c-ckpit and i send out some rockets
causing chaos and i’m panicking but focus on the task at hand
i’m flying away with my homie still on the ladder
and i ain’t being dramatic bro he was screaming emphatic
getting peppered with the spray, no can of mace
but they were just grazing
because my sk!lls as a pilot d-mn near amazing
so we made it out alive high five but my homie died
wasn’t worth it in the end getting bills for a sacrifice
so the moral of the story be satisfied with your life
be happy with what you got and keep close ties to divine
and i’m gone

[post-hook]
cause every long night has some poltergeists
bro welcome to the heist

- bo f k a jam

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