Corner store, 2 A.M

Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips

Rollin′ through the city and we hide behind the tintsIn the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Okay, 2 A.M, I'm posted (I′m posted)

Dope all in my Jansport

Moving to Utah, run with

Might treat your block like a dance floor

Finesse the rent out the landlord

Momma said, "Pull your pants up"

Bending corners and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up

I'm pushing, moving work, improving

There's commas on the way

Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face

It′s sad that they know my face

Rollin heaven in my new Wraith

Declining the call from labels

Still grubbin′ on struggle-plates

They all wanna know whats next, I don't even know myself

Nah, I don′t wanna hear your bullshit, I don't really need your help

I′m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me

I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning

Corner store, 2 A.M

Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips

Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints

In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

I grew up on Old English, that′s that malt liquor (aha)

Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)

Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender

I was on bag of Cuban Z's, walking off kilter

We ain't have no common sense

Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)

Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing

I just got my mama′s whip (hell yeah)

We blow dank out that window

Right with your tape up, it′s garbage

I used to roll up a spliff

And I mixed the weed with the parliament, ayy (oh shit)

Can I tell you about our future? (yeah)

We was on the corner, posted (yeah)

Wasn't thinking ′bout tomorrow (uh-uh)

On the rooftop smoking (smokin')

Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)

I was just doing my thing (my thing)

Hit the hot food aisle (uh-uh)

Got the gizzards instead of the wings (gizzards)

But let′s hold up, run my route, play the course

Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch

Reminiscing to eleven and we smoking on some Ports

And getting hella faded

Gotta re-up so you know we 'bout to hit the

Corner store, 2 A.M

Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips

Rollin′ through the city and we hide behind the tints

In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Taking my time, working it out

Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)

All in my loins, all on my nerves

Can't get a break, but that's my snack

Call me Almond Joy, mama′s boy

Can′t afford none of what you ordered

Shit, I'm hardly on, not quite broke

Got to walk, but on the border

Pushing pen to the paper for peso (yeah, yeah)

They wanna leggo

Close construction, no room for the huevos (Yeah Yeah)

You gotta love it

That′s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko

He not gon' pay the debt ′till you ice, get OG Maco

Boy so wonderful

Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah

Talking 'bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy

But they don′t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah

Corner store, 2 A.M

Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips

Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints

In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

Corner store, 2 A.M

Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips

Rolling 'round the city and we hide behind the tints

In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip

Corner store, that′s all (Gemini)

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change

The courage to change the things I can

And the wisdom to know the difference