Store Run

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

TECs 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 through with the task

Peep through 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 **** 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

Keepin' 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' **** 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 cannot seem to remember (The world is yours)

Scarface, Tony Montana shit

It's yours

Yours, yours, yours

R.I.P. 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, persistent, keep it more pure than the purist

I do this for the 'jects

And them good hearted jurors