[Chorus: Dave B]
Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, gut the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store

[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]
Okay, 2 A.M., I'm posted (I'm posted)
Dope all in my Jansport
Movin', the youth I run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said "Pull your pants up"
Bendin' corners and scraper, I'm loyal to 'til my bands up
I'm pushin', movin' work, improvin'
There's commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal
Blow the medical to the face
It's evident on my face
Rollin' heaven in my new Wraith
Declinin' the call from labels
Still grubbin' on struggle plates
They all wanna know whats next, shit, I don't even know myself
Nah, I don't wanna hear your best shit, I don't really need your help
I'm posted and smokin' just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the mornin', it go
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