Return Customer

Since posting the pieces "Lil Man" and "Transporter," certain motherfuckers know who I Is Me is
But running our mouth on each other isn't our fucking biz
We hear, see, and say nothing, that's how we fucking live
From the barrio to the ghetto, we ride or die for the same blood or rib
 
Motherfuckers that let me climb through their windows when I couldn't stay at home
Bitches that stole food out of their parent's house when I Is Me didn't have a home
Fuck what those scientist say about how long you can live without food
I lived hungry long enough until I learned to work those tools
 
Hop that fucking counter, Jet Li that bitch in the chest
That glare behind that mask tells this bitch the answers are all yes
There's only one question that I'll allow you to say, "no"
Are you willing to die for this money, if you are then say so
 
My boys are on point, get the fuck in and then out
If the cashier starts stuttering, butt stroke that bitch in the mouth
Duct tape hands and legs, put those bitches in the storage room
Hurry up Double L and crack that safe, while I pretend to use this broom
 
Empty that safe and cash register, let's get checked the fuck out
Grab some white owl wraps and some condoms, let's go bust some pussy out  
I remember this store and all of the bitches running it
I remember them coming outside and telling a starving kid to get
 
Looking at the food all in the refrigerators and lining the shelves  
These selfish bitches didn't care about anyone but their motherfucking selves
Anytime an adult can look upon a starving child and refuse them food
They deserve everything that they get when I'm in that mood
 
Before we left we went into the storage room and robbed pockets and purses
Double L even pistol whipped a motherfucker like we had rehearsed it
We came in the front door but we're escaping out of the rear
Tomorrow without the mask and gloves, I'll stop in and shop here