King VirGogh - Store Run

We on a store run
We gotta go before the lord comes
Old heads beefing right inside the store front
Dice games by the poured rum
Collecting winnings like a scored run

We on a store run
We gotta go before the lord comes
Old heads beefing right inside the store front
Dice games by the poured rum
Collecting winnings like a scored run

Gotta make it home before the lights come on at seven
Picked my boy Jerome up, little brody bout eleven
Wasn't thuggin, just a street smart nigga, my impression
Is that he grew the coldest when his momma went to heaven

Lil' bro walk out the building, he look happy as shit
He said "my father gave me 20 cash, we finally rich"

I started laughing and I hit em' in the shoulder
Walked right down the block we saw the store sign getting closer

Pulled up and saluted the old head
Jerome flashed the cash from dad, to try to show Papi some more bread
I looked up to my left and saw a shorty with four kids
A Spanish young ting, you know a Jennifer Lopez

We had a tab open, so we racked up on them honey buns
Dude walk up in the store, ski mask on like a money run

We on a store run
We gotta go before the lord comes
Old heads beefing right inside the store front
Dice games by the poured rum
Collecting winnings like a scored run

We on a store run
We gotta go before the lord comes
Old heads beefing right inside the store front
Dice games by the poured rum
Collecting winnings like a scored run

Written by:
Hommy Navarro

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