 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 don't have my cash, but first you know I gotta ask what made you want to live this kind of life. He said, there ain't no rest for the wicked. Money don't grow on trees.