Asher Roth, ZZ Ward, Rockie Fresh, Blu - Insurance lyrics

Last night took a trip down
To the corner store needed rolling papers
Bag of chips and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for some
Chocolate and coconut water
When he burst in told the
Counter to open the drawer
Stuck the piece to his teeth as he insisted
"If you know what's good for you
I think that you should listen"
But he didn't, attendant was resistant
That's when he flipped the switch and said
I guess I'll pick off the store
He turned around and searched the
Store with frantic eyes
Of course he locked on mine
I was the only one inside
Come on kid, it's time to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and said
Don't you be trying nothing
Tied and blildfolded threw me in the trunk
Stunk of gasoline and stale cigarette butts
I'm thinking fuck man, fuck man
This is just my luck
Lump in my stomach telling me
This be my last one
Think to myself what the hell
I could have done should have run
Yeah I bet it wasn't a loaded gun
Breathing heavily speeding up over seventy
Settled on dead meat
Don't even believe in heaven B
Then twenty minutes at least
When tires screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has gone weak
Opens the trunk, get up he tells me
Walk a couple paces then throws
Me to my knees

I ain't even try to hurt no one
See it ain't my finger on that trigger
Visualize but I ain't got none
Now I paid my bail but it just got bigger
Sirens screaming shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse
Now I just can't reverse
It's a target sitting on my back
The cops on me, guess I'll never be free

Okay there's substance in my reefer raps
They getting heard across the map
From the 'burbs to the trap
I'm running shit, take a lap
Sleeping on me, take a nap
But know them dreams about me bad
Knowing I'm awake getting money
That you never had i'm doing what I want so
Homie I ain't never sad
Do what makes you happy even if
It makes them niggas mad
And they gonna talk about you
At least you staying on their mind
Tell them to get off your dick and
To get up on that grind
Trying to keep up with me
They just gonna get left behind
Homie I'm the fast forward
Make you want to press rewind
I keep them on the chase
Knowing that I'm in first place
Trying to keep up with my pace
You should keep your sneakers laced
We breaking ankles, crossing over
Sneakers you can find
That gold up on me, Rolly homie
Saying it's my time
And don't try to fuck with my plans
Catch a bomb like you trying to
Take a run through Iran, damn

I ain't even try to hurt no one
See it ain't my finger on that trigger
Visualize but I ain't got none
Now I paid my bail but it just got bigger
Sirens screaming shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse
Now I just can't reverse
It's a target sitting on my back
The cops on me, guess I'll never be free

Damn, niggas been shot
Them pos be locking up the
Team and shit is hot
For your home block it's no more
Weed and no more rock
My pockets hurting, heard you eating
What you got driving in circles
Make a leaner with my watch
I'll speed and fuck at the cops
I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll steal it
And my Glock's out swerving
Hawks caught us by the place
Where we were surfing
And brought us in cause
We ain't have insurance, fuck is this?

I ain't even try to hurt no one
See it ain't my finger on that trigger
Visualize but I ain't got none
Now I paid my bail but it just got bigger
Sirens screaming shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse
Now I just can't reverse
It's a target sitting on my back
The cops on me, guess I'll never be free