Insurance Lyrics - Asher Roth

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" 

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 70 

Settled on dead meat, don't even believe in heaven, B 

Then 20 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 

Silence gimme sugar try to run 

But it just got worse, now I just can't re 

It's a target sitting on my back 

The cops on me, yes I'll never be free 

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Okay there's substance in my reefer raps 

They getting heard across the map 

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 

I 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 

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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, fuckers