Artist: Big K.R.I.T. Album: 4evaNaDay Song: Package Store Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [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]