Insurance

[Verse 1: 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 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 [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 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 [Verse 2: Rockie Fresh] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Blu] 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? [Hook]