Intro (Spoken as a reporter) Reporter: "So, you both said you were in the building when the robbery happened. Can you tell us how you escaped?" Rapper 1: You wanna know? Bet. Rapper 2: Let’s break it down. Verse 1 I was deep in line, watchin’ numbers get called, Next thing you know, the doors kicked in, masked up, standin’ tall. Four dudes strapped, movin’ like they own the place, One swings on a guard, blood splashed in his face. I hit the floor fast, but my eyes stayed locked, Clockin’ every move they made, every corner they blocked. Leader’s yelling like a kingpin, barkin’ commands, Two in the back, one collectin’ cash in his hands. The air’s tense, and I’m thinkin’, "They might start killin'," One wrong word and this shit’ll hit the ceiling. A girl starts sobbin’, he tells her to shut up, But she don’t listen, so he lifts the gun up. I ain’t built to watch a bullet fly at no kid, So I slid to the desk, doin’ what most wouldn’t have did. Grabbed a letter opener, gripped it tight, real cold, When one walked past, I stabbed his neck and rolled. Blood sprayed, he dropped, but his piece hit the ground, I scooped it up quick—now I’m armed in the round. Two saw me move, started shootin’ like fools, But they missed; I hit one, left his brains by his shoes. The leader froze up, yellin’, "What the f*** is this?" But I ain’t answer, just kept squeezin’ the clip. Dropped another one near the vault, now it’s one left, And I’m thinkin’, "He’s next, better savor his breath." Verse 2 Yo, I was sittin’ by the teller when the door flew wide, Four wolves stormed in, had the whole bank fried. One dude cocky, smackin’ people with the grip, Another had a duffel bag, ready to dip. I’m layin’ low, watchin’ this shit unfold, Till they cracked an old lady’s head—left her out cold. Now I’m pissed, heart poundin’, adrenaline high, Thinkin’, "If I die today, at least one gon’ die." They ain’t check me proper, so my blade stayed tucked, I crept low, outta sight, movin’ like I’m stuck. But I wasn’t—I was calculatin’, schemin’ the score, When one walked past, I hit him hard in the jaw. He dropped fast, but I wasn’t done with his ass, Took his piece from his waist, pointed it at the glass. The leader saw me, started screamin’, "Kill that muthafa!" But they ain’t know—I’m the last one they wanna f up I fired two shots, caught one in the chest, The other panicked, tripped, and fell—ain’t no contest. Leader’s the last man standin’, sweatin’ and shook, Grippin’ his bag of money like I said, "Put it down, or I’ll paint this floor red," He swung his gun wide, so I shot him instead. Clean to the shoulder, made him drop to his knees, Cops burst in, yellin’, "Freeze! Hands where we can see!" I threw the piece down, stood up real slow, But the hostages was screamin’, "Them two saved the show!" Now we stand here, answerin’ you like it’s a trial, But truth is, we made it out, still walkin’ the mile. Outro