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K-Rino

"Stop Goin’ In"

[Chorus]
If they treat ya like sh*t inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’

They might smile but I’m tellin’ ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough

Let’s go, heh

[Verse 1]
You walk into the corner store, they lookin’ at ya crazy
Same people ownin’ it since you was a baby
You probably spent twenty Gs since you started comin’
But they still watchin’ you like you tryna steal something
They only want your money, in fact they wouldn’t deny
They’ll rush you out the store if you’re taking too long to buy
They’ll sell you bad products that been on the shelf for weeks
And if you argue with ‘em ‘bout it they go and call the police, they
Comin’ to America with dreams to get on top
And right in the black neighborhood is where they set up shop
Then they bleed you and squeeze money out ya ’til ya broke
Put their children through college then get homes in River Oaks
They don’t have no respect for you, the attitude is shameless
They’ll talk about you in ya face ‘cause you don’t know the language
12 o’clock at night, yeah they open, whoa, but not so fast
They won’t even let ya in, you gotta order through the glass

[Chorus]
If they treat ya like sh*t inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’

They might smile but I’m tellin’ ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough

Let’s go, heh

[Verse 2]
You keep your nails and your feet always lookin’ on point
You like to get ‘em done at that little Korean joint
They keep their face protected so this what I gotta ask
All those fumes in the shop, how come they don’t give you a mask?
They mess your nails up so now it’s ‘bout to get hectic
They flip out because you didn’t shut up and accept it
It turns into a war, tryna get their money out ya
And that’s the day they show ya what they really think about ya
You want weave in bundles, Brazilian, Malaysian hair
They treat you like a dog, but every week you walkin’ straight in there
I don’t care if you get mad at me, dammit, I gots to teach ya
Black lady’s sellin’ the same sh*t and hers is way cheaper but
You so conditioned it’s hard to picture this ending
Punched the black sista, next day all back in there spendin’
Sold your people out for a discount and that ain’t right
A black business mess up one time and you ban ‘em for life so

[Chorus]
If they treat ya like sh*t inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’

They might smile but I’m tellin’ ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough

Let’s go, heh

[Verse 3]
The gas stations in the hoods are headquarters for fiends
Watered down gas, cheap food and gamblin’ machines
Bro, I thought you was a Muslim but the hood is sicker
You sellin’ pork skins, cigarettes and strong ass liquor
Every dollar you ever made, jack, we paid that
How many black organizations have you gave back?
All the money that we paid you, millions and more
And you won’t even let me put my poster up in your store
Hell no, time for your hustle to straight go sour
If we show our power, you’ll be out of business in hours
The hood stay loyal, the owners of the stores betray ‘em
It’s like pimpin’, the worse they treat us, the more we pay ‘em
Black people got a problem we need to uncover
We go out our way to hate and criticize each other
But when another man kicks us in the ass, no bother
Matter fact, we bend over more and say kick harder so

[Chorus]
If they treat ya like sh*t inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’

They might smile but I’m tellin’ ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough

Let’s go, heh

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