Store Run lyrics

[Intro]

G's, yeah, yeah

QB, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, let's go (Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1]

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 I'd grew to build an empire?

Streets had me against the ropes, would've thought I was ziplining

TECs in the dresser, money off tech, pushing a Tesla

Rolled up a fresh one, it's one IPO to the next one

Rich from corporate or thuggin', expensive mistakes

It's all a racket, it's 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

Breadwinner take a L, leave the whole family hurting

Seen it a million times, sister washed him out with the verdict

[Chorus]

So I'm 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

[Interlude]

It's not even bragging

(I like that)

It's okay, it's gon' be okay

Flyest nigga in this rap shit

[Verse 2]

Yo, as I'm looking at the New York skyline

Reminiscing on night-time, shootouts with my guys

Pouring this white wine, you could Richard Millie your left wrist

Keep in perspective, we on God's time (The world is yours)

What happens when dealers reduce to addicts?

What happens when kings don't see their potential status?

What's 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 you're 'posed to

I'm standing next to rookies, somehow they looking older

The altitude of matter so cold, it'll make your nose run

How you expect to get love if you don't show none?

I should send you little niggas on a store run How we're moving is no cut

I'm from the era of razor blades and coke dust

People living with no trust, champagne in the soap suds

[Chorus]

So I'm 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

[Interlude]

Scarface, Tony Montana shit

It's yours, yours, yours

R.I.P Ecstasy from Whodini

DMX, Prince Markie Dee, 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 chips, blunts and a bottle

You got this shit all twisted, man

It's about rank, you ain't there yet

Think you gon' send me to the store? I own the store, man

I'm just testing you

[Verse 3]

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

Tiger 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 the 'jects and them good-hearted jurors

• Artist:Nas