[Asher Roth:]
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Last night took a trip down to the corner store
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Needed rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
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Cruised the aisle for some chocolate and coconut water
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When he burst in told the counter to open the drawer
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Stuck the piece to his teeth as he insisted
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"If you know what's good for you, I think that you should listen"
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But he didn't, attendant was resistant
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That's when he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"
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He turned around and searched the store with frantic eyes
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Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one inside
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Come on kid, it's time to go for a ride
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Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be trying nothing
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Tied and blildfolded threw me in the trunk
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Stunk of gasoline and stale cigarette butts
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I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck"
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My stomach telling me this be my last one
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Think to myself what the hell I could have done
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Should have run
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Yeah I bet it wasn't a loaded gun
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Breathing heavily speeding up over 70
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Settled on dead meat, don't even believe in heaven, B
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Then 20 minutes at least, when tires screech
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Oh please, police, but my hope has gone weak
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Opens the trunk, "get up, " he tells me
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Walk a couple paces then throws me to my knees
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[Hook: ZZ Ward]
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I ain't even try to hurt no one
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See it ain't my finger on that trigger
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Visualize but I ain't got none
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Now I paid my bail but it just got bigger
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Silence gimme sugar try to run
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But it just got worse, now I just can't reverse
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It's a target sitting on my back
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The cops on me, yes I'll never be free
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[Rocky Fresh:]
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Okay there's substance in my reefer raps
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They getting heard across the map
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I'm running shit, take a lap
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Sleeping on me, take a nap
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But know them dreams about me bad
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Knowing I'm awake getting money that you never had
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I'm doing what I want so homie I ain't never sad
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Do what makes you happy even if it makes them niggas mad
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And they gonna talk about you, at least you staying on their mind
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Tell them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind
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Trying to keep up with me, they just gonna get left behind
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Homie I'm the fast forward, make you want to press rewind
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I keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place
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I keep up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers laced
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We breaking ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can find
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That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my time
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And don't try to fuck with my plans
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Catch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran, damn
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[Hook]
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[Blu & Exile:]
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Damn, niggas been shot
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Them pos be locking up the team and shit is hot
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For your home block it's no more weed and no more rock
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My pockets hurting, heard you eating, what you got
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Driving in circles, make a leaner with my watch
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I'll speed and fuck at the cops
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I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll steal it
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And my Glock's out swerving
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Hawks caught us by the place where we were surfing
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And brought us in cause we ain't have insurance, fuckers
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[Hook]
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Insurance
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| ASher Roth |
