Hit the Store

I remember when my pockets Only had cents
On the real
That shit didn't makes sense
Inside out
All I ever seen was lint
Going in the 98
Just to take chips
Would've had the dollar but I Spent it on a swish
Tried to quit
But I swear this nappy headed Bitch
Blow my high every time I get Doobie
Lit
Out her mouth
Saying all this stupid shit
It don't matter
Pockets got Gouda
On the Hip is a ruger
All the homie got straps
So if we clap
It's a mystery who's the shooter
U know we bout paper
Foreigns whip only brings Frowns to the haters
We all true players
When we step in
You think we was signed to a Major
Kuz diamonds on the neck Shining
Like some kolor lasers
And the fits that where in is Fucking sharp like razors
The only time I brandish a gun
Is if a Niggaz Getting sprayed up

You can sit on yo ass and just be Broke
While i get on the grind to get That dough
I remember looking but couldn't Afford
Oh how shits
Changed when we hit the store

When u get a lil income
Now watch all these fake ass Bitches & fake friends kome
With they hands out
Like I owe em a coin
Fucking punks need a jump
But I ain't giving no boings
I ride By by honking horns
Ac blasting
Burning kush
Sipping lean
Kracking jokes just laughing
Remembering the times when
A Nigga ain't have shit
And teachers use to kall me a Lazy bastard
Now my hustle is Mastered
Got a Rollie
Fuck black belt
Speak the truth in the booth
While other rappers be acting
Never had a job
Until I got paid off of rapping
But it's funny
Kuz in the past
I got paid off rapping
But I ain't trying live that life
I'm trying to kash check
Flipping through the gram
Like who I'm a smash next
She a bad bitch
Skin complexion butter
Fuck her so good make her Wanna tell another

You can sit on yo ass and just be Broke
While i get on the grind to get That dough
I remember looking but couldn't Afford
Oh how shits
Changed when we hit the store