Insurance lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward, Rockie Fresh, Blu)

[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

[Hook: ZZ Ward]

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 reverse

It's a target sitting on my back

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

[Rocky Fresh:]

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

[Hook]

[Blu & Exile:]

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

[Hook]