Hit the Store (feat. Zay Mozart)

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