Trevor An' Them

Y'all got 7-Elevens out here?
All right, 7-Eleven in my neighborhood
Been robbed five times by the same three dudes
With the same-ass guns
Now there's one in my hood off Pico or some shit
Through the years it's been the epicenter for alotta dumb shit
Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store
On the early mornin' tip somewhere around four
I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim
When I heard a familiar voice
Go to the the counter dude and ask him
To empty out the register (Naw that can't be Trevor)
Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang
Who if his head wasn't screwed on would lose his brain
He was with two other dudes, never knew their names
I thought great, it was time for me to shake
But as I headed for the door I heard a voice say "Wait"
When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it
I was about to leave, that's when that nigga blew it
He lifted up the mask and said (Hey Murs it's me Trevor)
I said "You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?"
Nevermind, I turned around gave a deuce
Walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice
Remember when he went in a bar in Bliz and let him loose?
Anyway here come this nigga running, big bag of money
He hopped in my ride, I said "You goddamn dummy"
They got yo' ass on tape (But they didn't see my face)
Well they got my car and my fuckin' license plate
Man get the fuck gone (Murs why you gotta hate)
Hate nor love got shit to do with this
You better run 'fore the fives come through this bitch
You know you got two strikes, better use the new Nikes
To dodge all them blue lights, he looked and said (You right)
Then he bolted up the street
Once he left my sight I gave a sigh of relief
But that was right before I peeped, this dumb motherfucker
Left the bag full of money
Sittin' right there on my passenger seat