Store Run

歌詞

G's Yeah Yeah QB, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, let's go My thumbs struck a lot of lighters Pulled a lot of all nighters Banned from some after hours spots My crew would choose violence move in silence Who knew I grew to build an empire Streets had me against the ropes woulda thought I was zip lining Techs in a dresser Money off tech pushing a Tesla Rolled up a fresh one It's one IPO to the next one Rich from corporate or thuggin' Expensive mistakes It's all a racket it's the same thing Just a risk that you take Movin' too fast Blues on yo' ass Them boys came thru with the task Peep thru the blinds You knew it was curtains Bread winner take a -L Leave the whole family hurting Seen it a million times system wash 'em out with the verdict So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor In between two Argentinian sisters They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters What I blew that on I cannot seem to remember It's not even bragging It's okay, it's gonna be okay Flyest nigga in this rap shit Yo As I'm looking at the New York skyline Reminiscing on night times Shootouts with my guys Pouring this white wine You can Richard Mille your left wrist Keep in perspective we on God's time The world is yours What happens when dealers reduced to addicts? What happens when kings don't see they potential status? What's your exit plan? Face to face with my omens, I never ran Stood on stages most never can Pyrotechnics and leather pants Shifting the culture Mention me with Mick Jagger and Bono like you 'posed to I'm standing next to rookies somehow they lookin' older The altitude I'm at is so cold it'll make ya nose run How you expect to get love if you don't show none I should send you lil' niggas on a store run How we movin' it's no cut I'm from the era of razor blades and coke dust People living with no trust Champagne and the soap suds So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor In between two Argentinian sisters They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters What I blew that on I can't seem to remember The world is yours Scarface Tony Montana shit It's yours Yours, yours RIP Ecstasy from Whodini DMX Prince, Markie Dee Shock G Real Rap Gods Do you know the meaning? All the rap brothers we lost this year And last year Aye yo, check it out Run to the store for me man Get me veggie chips, blunts, and a bottle You got this shit all twisted man It's about rank You ain't there yet, think you gon' send me to the store I own the store man, I'm just testing you I got the hood playing golf while bossed out Crucifixes over the chrome hearts you get crossed out People battered down Asian hate gettin' passed around Tiger happy both his parents lives matter now Marble floors is my common law We company builders I inspired those who inspired you to run up millions Not perfect, persistence, keep it more pure than a purist I do this for the 'jects And them good hearted jurors