PAPI STORE lyrics

[Intro: DJ Mykael V & C4 Crotona]
Y'all not really from this like we from this
This right here is more than just music
It's a culture, talk to me nice, you heard?
You feel me? Yo

[Verse 1: C4 Crotona]
I was dead in a minute, I was a headache so my head was beheaded
That's what I said to the medic in the middle of surgery
When I opened up my eyes like surprise, I bet he never forget it
Runnin' them stories you won't believe if you read it on Reddit
Was sittin' red 'til I read the red letters
I let it touch my soul, I'm so forever indebted
My mind was always on the move, like I was telekinetic
So, before you talk about me, hope you checked with the dentist
The Goliaths on my block, they view me like Dennis the Menace
Ha, the Rock of Ages in my slingshot, fallen angels get they wings chopped
They get chopped up and bagged and then sold at a Wing Stop
These rappers suck like a Ring Pop
They only good for makin' noise out they mouth like a beatbox
Ayy, sometimes I wanna beat-bah-beat
In the Batcave, tryna swing like Barry Bonds
Still cryin' tears from the day that I buried Mom
'Bout to catch a flight so I can preach in your city
I mean, really, the only thing I brought was a carry-on (Bodega)
[Verse 2: ZAAY]
Woah, been livin' life on the edge
Don't push me 'cause I been way too uneasy, must be the meds
Inner turmoil feel like thunderstorms in my head
I see the flash and time for action, no relaxin', ain't no time left to ask folk
Get to crackin', but I close it with my biceps
Huh, man, I'm never fallin' or foldin'
They p*ssin' on my parade like I'm really 'fraid of corrosion
What's the point of you countin' me out when I knew I was chosen?
Macaulay Culkin, the way I'm cookin' inside the cauldron
I'm home alone, writin' raps down in an Aston Martin
I mean it ain't, but I move at my own accord, full of talk and full of force
I burn the clutch out for and hop out, that's how you kill a horse
I know Peter comin' to get me, it's all a misunderstanding
There's glory behind this rap, I'm just here to take advantage
I come here as myself, I don't really care about no brand new, be him

[Verse 3: R-Swift]
Yeah, these lines silence the critics
Not a gimme, you're now invited to the mind of a menace
The new definition of counter-culture won't miss 'em
They sayin' that it's a reach, but at least it comes with extensions
Front man to my fists, so we breakin' the mold easily
Facts, we just puttin' rap back to where it needs to be
When it comes to stats, it ain't nothin' to run the numbers up
So when you see me on go, know it's for the jugular
Battle casted, there's no embellishin' here
The track record speaks for itself, they well aware
Past is in the rearview mirror to make it clear
But closer than it appears, got leftovers to spare
Mykael hit me up, I hit the booth and the clutch
Superman in the tuck, this ain't a verse you could cut
No filter, the raw truth is enough to bring belts to they crack
The revolution is us (Bodega)
[Outro: DJ Mykael V]
Bodega ain't just some music, it's a world
Welcome to our world