Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson)

Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Okay, 2 A.M, I'm posted (I'm posted)
 Dope all in my Jansport
 Moving to Utah, run with
 Might treat your block like a dance floor
 Finesse the rent out the landlord
 Momma said, "Pull your pants up"
 Bending corners and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
 I'm pushing, moving work, improving
 There's commas on the way
 Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
 It's sad that they know my face
 Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
 Declining the call from labels
 Still grubbin' on struggle-plates
 They all wanna know whats next, I don't even know myself
 Nah, I don't wanna hear your bullshit, I don't really need your help
 I'm posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
 I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 I grew up on Old English, that's that malt liquor (aha)
 Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
 Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
 I was on bag of Cuban Z's, walking off kilter
 We ain't have no common sense
 Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
 Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing
 I just got my mama's whip (hell yeah)
 We blow dank out that window
 Right with your tape up, it's garbage
 I used to roll up a spliff
 And I mixed the weed with the parliament, ayy (oh shit)
 Can I tell you about our future? (yeah)
 We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
 Wasn't thinking 'bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
 On the rooftop smoking (smokin')
 Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
 I was just doing my thing (my thing)
 Hit the hot food aisle (uh-uh)
 Got the gizzards instead of the wings (gizzards)
 But let's hold up, run my route, play the course
 Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
 Reminiscing to eleven and we smoking on some Ports
 And getting hella faded
 Gotta re-up so you know we 'bout to hit the
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Taking my time, working it out
 Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
 All in my loins, all on my nerves
 Can't get a break, but that's my snack
 Call me Almond Joy, mama's boy
 Can't afford none of what you ordered
 Shit, I'm hardly on, not quite broke
 Got to walk, but on the border
 Pushing pen to the paper for peso (yeah, yeah)
 They wanna leggo
 Close construction, no room for the huevos (Yeah Yeah)
 You gotta love it
 That's Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
 He not gon' pay the debt 'till you ice, get OG Maco
 Boy so wonderful
 Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
 Talking 'bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
 But they don't want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rolling 'round the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Corner store, that's all (Gemini)
 God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
 The courage to change the things I can
 And the wisdom to know the difference
 
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Okay, 2 A.M, I'm posted (I'm posted)
 Dope all in my Jansport
 Moving to Utah, run with
 Might treat your block like a dance floor
 Finesse the rent out the landlord
 Momma said, "Pull your pants up"
 Bending corners and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
 I'm pushing, moving work, improving
 There's commas on the way
 Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
 It's sad that they know my face
 Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
 Declining the call from labels
 Still grubbin' on struggle-plates
 They all wanna know whats next, I don't even know myself
 Nah, I don't wanna hear your bullshit, I don't really need your help
 I'm posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
 I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 I grew up on Old English, that's that malt liquor (aha)
 Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
 Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
 I was on bag of Cuban Z's, walking off kilter
 We ain't have no common sense
 Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
 Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing
 I just got my mama's whip (hell yeah)
 We blow dank out that window
 Right with your tape up, it's garbage
 I used to roll up a spliff
 And I mixed the weed with the parliament, ayy (oh shit)
 Can I tell you about our future? (yeah)
 We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
 Wasn't thinking 'bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
 On the rooftop smoking (smokin')
 Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
 I was just doing my thing (my thing)
 Hit the hot food aisle (uh-uh)
 Got the gizzards instead of the wings (gizzards)
 But let's hold up, run my route, play the course
 Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
 Reminiscing to eleven and we smoking on some Ports
 And getting hella faded
 Gotta re-up so you know we 'bout to hit the
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Taking my time, working it out
 Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
 All in my loins, all on my nerves
 Can't get a break, but that's my snack
 Call me Almond Joy, mama's boy
 Can't afford none of what you ordered
 Shit, I'm hardly on, not quite broke
 Got to walk, but on the border
 Pushing pen to the paper for peso (yeah, yeah)
 They wanna leggo
 Close construction, no room for the huevos (Yeah Yeah)
 You gotta love it
 That's Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
 He not gon' pay the debt 'till you ice, get OG Maco
 Boy so wonderful
 Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
 Talking 'bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
 But they don't want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
 Corner store, 2 A.M
 Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
 Rolling 'round the city and we hide behind the tints
 In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
 Corner store, that's all (Gemini)
 God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
 The courage to change the things I can
 And the wisdom to know the difference