Package Store

Just the other day when I was out at the store

Saw a preacher hella creepin', trying to bang on a ho

That same motherfucker used to bang on my door

Hollering 'bout donations for cause cause collections

is low

Damn shame, but I got change, so I give to the plate

He know I know he buying pussy, he don't lie to my face

Said that I should cut my grass cause I'm surrounded by

snakes

Not sure if that was metaphoric or if he had seen one

today

I know what he said but maybe I beg to differ

The only souls you like to touch were the legs of

strippers

The only reason I know that cause I used to tip 'em

How could I judge when in this world we both some

niggas

And we both some killers, and we both some thieves

Only God can save us all what he spoke to me

What he hoped to be was a better man in due time

But he fell short tryna sip on the wine

In the neighborhood package store

Get some wine for spirits

Some gossip for your mind if you down to hear it

In the neighborhood package store

Silver and gold for the low

And some papers for your Rolls you can roll

In the neighborhood package store

Mixing the good with the bad

Which flavors of life's labor have you had?

In the neighborhood package store

Don't need directions for the gun shop, it's on the

same block

Of the neighborhood package store

Click clack 'gainst my head went the Glock

From a hoodlum on the block

Whispered to me "What you got?

You'll get shot if you refuse to come up off that

What made you floss that outside the package store?

You know we out here like wolves searching for antelope

Lambs, and sheep, prey on weak

Don't you reach under your seat, I'll bust your head

like cantaloupe"

Then I replied "Out for a night cap

Didn't bring my tool with me cause I assumed that I'd

be right back

Shawty said the neighborhood was cool and it wasn't

like that

But here you are with a loaded gun and I'll be damned

if I'm gon' fight back"

So he went on to loosen up on the aggression

And proceed to lecture me on the troubles of recession

And ain't that many jobs outchea hiring convicted

felons

So instead of buying what he want, he taking what they

selling

Then billing it to the [?], forever on the grind

Addicted to the feeling of wine

Gripping Golden Grain, flying like Thunderbirds

Easy, Jesus, watch your Crown while I swang and swerve

Molotov bottle, alcohol, not a Tylenol

Could remove the kind of headache that a 'll cause

in the streets

Don Julio my peeps

Cuervo, texting hoes, Captain Morgan with my feet

Standing tall on 'em, 'til I rendezvous with Grey Goose

Cool gray, salty taste, almost threw up on my shoes

Hypnotiq blues, Bloody Mary red

Codeine purple seem to take me to the edge

One more shot all I need just to hit the ledge

Toss and turn, crash and burn, just to crawl up in my

bed

Go into my head, seeing circles lately

Tasting cream daily, I don't mean Bailey

Vodka tried to kill me, but Seagram Gin saved me

Been a customer so why they play me

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