[Verse: Logic] Suddenly I'm in the whip
With the gat, full clip
Out the blue, like a crip
Doin' 90 on the backroad outta nowhere my girl hit me
On the [?] phone
I could hear it in her voice, no she just wasn't alone
Then a voice I didn't recognise
Said "If you wanna' see your wife alive bring a million in cash and she's gonna survive"
Look at the clock, bitch black, it's 11:05
Hung up the phone you know I put that shit in Hyper-drive
Than i call my homie 6ix to tell him imma need his help
Imma be outside at five
Get the gat under ya belt
Then I felt from the sweat from my palm on the steering wheel
I tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you some
Yeah, I pull up to the crib, pick up 6ix, now out this bitch
Only thing that's on my mind is "Put this fucker in a ditch"
As soon as I get there, boyI'm lightin' up that ass with the lead
And they never finna count the cash 'till I look up at the dash and I realise I'm out of gas
So I pull up to the station
Piss like probation
Tell my boy to fill up as I head inside to pay up
See a white guy at the counter named Clay
Pull out the .50 and told him to hurry
He movin' slow, like he ain't got a worry in the world
And the attitude, maybe I was actin' rude