Status sent me a list off words to use and I made this little story out off them


This cold world can turn a honest man crooked
Last week saw an oppurtunity and i took it

Feelin like a gold fish in a piranha tank
No money in my life but alot in the bank

Wels Fargo thats the spot hope i dont get caught
Only got one shot but theres 16 in the glock

Take a swig from the flask
Drape my face in that black mask

Heated and ready trigger finger steady
Soon these people gone wish they never met me

Here goes nothin
I'm doin it no bluffin
I run to the doors huffin and puffin
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE PANIC BUTTON"

Gasps and screams soon as the masked man descends on the scence
I'm after that money like a fiend tired off watchin everybody elses jewelery gleam

Took the saftey off my last resourt pointin it at the customas
Screamin "GET THE FUCK DOWN OR I'M BUSTIN YA"

Clutchin the chrome i command "NOBODY TOUCH A TELEPHONE"
UNLESS YOU WANA WATCH YOUR BRAINS EXPELLED FROM YA DOME"

Stormed to the counter put a gun up to the tellers face
Demanded the money from the safe "BITCH QUICK I'M ON A PAPER CHASE"

Got a couple of grand and I
Snatch the tapes from the camera

Vacatin the place leavin no trace
heart poundin hope nobody recognize my face

On the way out saw the guard draw for his piece
And put my steel between his teeth
Ain't got shit to lose might as well squeeze
But thats to much Karma I'ma let him breath

Run back to the Buick can't believe I had the balls to do it
Sirens sound "OH FUCK I KNEW IT"

Smashed out the parkin lot
Feds aimin for me guns sparkin hot
"I CAN NEVER BE STOPPED NEVER BE DROPPED"
Just then my back window gets shot

I check myself... Ok it missed bullet lodged in the passanger seat
I check the rearview no police seem they retreat

The cars hot drove it to an abandonned spot
Covered with the rest of my liquor and let fire melt the pot

Backpack full of cash belt tuckin a weapon
I'm on my way home carefully steppin

Thinkin nobody can touch me
Ha Ha man I'm lyin I just got lucky