Package Store

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Just the other day when I was out at the store

Saw a preacher hella creeping, tryna bang on a hoe

That same motherfucker used to bang on my do'

Hollering bout donations for cause, cause collections is low

Damn shame, but I got change so I give to the plate

He know I know he buying pussy, he don't lie to my face

Said that I should cut my grass cause I'm surrounded by snakes

Not sure if that was metaphoric, or if he had seen one today

I know what he said, but maybe I beg to differ

The only souls you like to touch were the legs of strippers

The only reason I know that cause I used to tip 'em

How could I judge when in this world we both some niggas?

And we both some killers, and we both some thieves

Only God can save us all, what he spoke to me

What he hoped to be was a better man in due time

But he fell short tryna sip on the wine

[Chorus:]

In the neighborhood package store, get some wine for spirits

Some gossip for your mind if you down to hear it

In the neighborhood package store, silver and gold for the low

And some papers for your woes you can roll

In the neighborhood package store, mixing the good with the bad

Which flavors of life's labor have you had?

In the neighborhood package store, don't need directions for the gun shop

It's on the same block of the neighborhood package store

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Click clack 'gainst my head went a Glock

From a hoodlum on the block, whispered to me, what you got?

You'll get shot if you refuse to come up off that

What made you floss that outside the package store?

You know we out here like wolves searching for antelope

Lambs and sheep, prey on weak

Don't you reach under your seat, I'll bust your head like cantaloupe

Then I replied, out for a nightcap

Didn't bring my tool with me cause I assumed that I'd be right back

Shawty said the neighborhood was cool and it wasn't like that

But here you are with a loaded gun and I'll be damned if I'm gon' fight back

So he went on to loosen up on the aggression

And proceeded to lecture me on the troubles of recession

And ain't that many jobs out chere hiring convicted felons

So instead of buying what he want, he taking what they selling

Then bailing into the darkness, forever on the grind

Addicted to the feeling of wine

[Chorus]

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Gripping Golden Grain, flying like Thunderbirds

Easy Jesus, watch your Crown while I swang and swerve

Molotov bottle, alcohol

Not a Tylenol could remove the kind of headache that a fall would cause

In the streets, Don Julio my peeps

Cuervo, chasing hoes, Captain Morgan with my feet

Standing tall on 'em, till I rendezvous with Grey Goose

Cool Gray, salty taste, almost threw up on my shoes

Hypnotiq blues, Bloody Mary red

Codeine purple seem to take me to the edge

One more shot all I need just to hit the ledge

Toss and turn, crash and burn just to crawl up in my bed

Going to my head, seeing circles lately

Tasting cream daily, I don't mean Bailey

Vodka tried to kill me, but Seagram Gin saved me

Been a customer, so why they play me?

[Chorus]