Store Run

Gs, yeah, yeah
QBA, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, lets go
My thumb struck a lot of lighters, pulled a lot of all-nighters
Banned from some afterhours spots
My crew would choose violence, move in silence
Who knew Id grew to build an empire?
Streets had me against the ropes
Wouldve thought I was ziplining
Techs on the dresser, money off tech pushing a Tesla
Rolled up a fresh one, its one IPO to the next one
Rich from corporate or thuggin, expensive mistakes
Its all a racket, its the same thing
Just the risk that you take
Moving too fast, blues on your ass
The 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, sister washed him out with the verdict
So Im clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In-between two Argentinian sisters
They counting up for me until their fingers get blisters
What I blew that on? I cannot seem to remember
Its not even bragging
(I like that)
Its okay, its gon be okay
Flyest nigga in this rap shit
Yo, as Im looking at the New York skyline
Reminiscing on night-time, shootouts with my guys
Pouring this white wine
You could Richard Mille your left wrist
Keep in perspective, we on Gods time
The world is yours
What happens when dealers reduce to addicts?
What happens when kings dont see their potential status?
Whats 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 youre posed to
Im standing next to rookies, somehow theyre looking older
The altitude of matter so cold itll make your nose run
How you expect to get love if you dont show none
I should send you little niggas on a store run
How were moving is no cut
Im from the era of razor blades and coke dust
People living with no trust
Champagne and the soap suds
So Im clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In-between two Argentinian sisters
They counting up for me until their fingers get blisters
What I blew that on? I cannot seem to remember
The world is yours
Scarface, Tony Montana shit
Its yours, yours, yours
RIP Ecstasy from Whodini
DMX, Biz Markie, D
Shock G, real rap gods, do you know the meaning?
All the rap brothers we lost this year, and last year
Ayo, check it out
Run to the store for me, man
Get me veggie tips, blunts, and a bottle
You got this shit all twisted, man
Its all about rank
You aint there yet
Think you gon send me to the store?
I own the store, man
Im just testing you
I got the hood playing golf, wild boss style
Crucifixes over the chrome hearts, you get crossed out
People battered down, asian hate getting passed around
Tyga 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 purest
I do this for them jects and them good-hearted jurors