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The Mansion Video (MV)




Performed By: Chase Martin
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Chase Knackstedt




Chase Martin - The Mansion Lyrics




Yo, yo
I'm on the go, my pockets are running low
My options; running out, I'm sick but, what about?
I'm 'bout to find the richest dude in my city and run him down
Don't give a f*ck if he's black, white, yellow or brown
Hop in the car, put the address in the GPS
Gaze at the stars, when I'm driving it's like nine P.M.
Phone tell me Imma get there around five 'till ten
I turn the music up and just continue traveling
So thirty minutes go by, I pull up right outside
I check my phone, the screen say 9:49
Car coming, creep down, let 'em go right on by
The coast is clear, I don't see no one over here
I step out, close the door quietly and cross the street
Walk up to the front door, look through the window, I peep
All the lights off, folks not supposed to be home, I know for a fact
Because we cased the place last week

Got no mask on and wouldn't wear it if I had one
I break in, knowing if I see him, Imma start blasting
I get lost on the way to the back room, this big ass house
Clearly my first time inside of a mansion
I finally find the safe, crack it open, it's like a holiday
Reach in and stuff everything in a bag
One look and I couldn't help but let out a laugh
I estimate it's all worth about a mil and a half
Task successful, I walk out through the front door
See somebody staring at me like they're doing inspections
They pull their phone out and start recording
I pull my gun out, let off two shots and got the f*ck out
Quick, jump back in the whip, paranoid as f*ck now
Didn't think it'd really end like this
No time for worries, hurry back to the crib, turn on the news
Come to find out, I just killed a twelve year old kid
F*ck!
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Yo, yo
I'm on the go, my pockets are running low
My options; running out, I'm sick but, what about?
I'm 'bout to find the richest dude in my city and run him down
Don't give a f*ck if he's black, white, yellow or brown
Hop in the car, put the address in the GPS
Gaze at the stars, when I'm driving it's like nine P.M.
Phone tell me Imma get there around five 'till ten
I turn the music up and just continue traveling
So thirty minutes go by, I pull up right outside
I check my phone, the screen say 9:49
Car coming, creep down, let 'em go right on by
The coast is clear, I don't see no one over here
I step out, close the door quietly and cross the street
Walk up to the front door, look through the window, I peep
All the lights off, folks not supposed to be home, I know for a fact
Because we cased the place last week

Got no mask on and wouldn't wear it if I had one
I break in, knowing if I see him, Imma start blasting
I get lost on the way to the back room, this big ass house
Clearly my first time inside of a mansion
I finally find the safe, crack it open, it's like a holiday
Reach in and stuff everything in a bag
One look and I couldn't help but let out a laugh
I estimate it's all worth about a mil and a half
Task successful, I walk out through the front door
See somebody staring at me like they're doing inspections
They pull their phone out and start recording
I pull my gun out, let off two shots and got the f*ck out
Quick, jump back in the whip, paranoid as f*ck now
Didn't think it'd really end like this
No time for worries, hurry back to the crib, turn on the news
Come to find out, I just killed a twelve year old kid
F*ck!
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Writer: Chase Knackstedt
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