 And then he swept up from behind, he put a gun up to my head, he made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight He said give me all you got, I want your money not your life, if you try to make a move I won't think twice I told him you can have my cash but first you know I gotta ask what made you wanna live this kind of life He said there ain't no rest for the wicked, money don't grow on trees