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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 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 Letras de cancionesCorner 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 the weed, 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 high 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. From Letras Mania