Big K.R.I.T. - Package Store lyrics

Just the other day when I
Was out at the store
Saw a preacher hella creepin'
Trying to bang on a ho
That same motherfucker used to
Bang on my door
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

In the neighborhood package store
Get some wine for spirit's
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

Click clack 'gainst my head went the 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 proceed to lecture me on
The troubles of recession
And ain't that many jobs
Outchea 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

In the neighborhood package store
Get some wine for spirit's
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

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
Fault could cause in the streets
Don Julio my peeps cuervo, chasing hoes
Captain Morgan with my feet
Standing tall on 'em
'til 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

In the neighborhood package store
Get some wine for spirit's
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