Drug Dealer 1 x I Got 5 On It Still 1 (Mashup) (6.0)

[intro] Corner store window, TV flickering Bag of sunflower seeds, quarter bag vanishing Old names still floating around the block But the handoff changed, that’s the whole damn plot [singer A] What happened to the local drug dealer? Headshops surrounding Dispensaries overwhelming Medicated this Medicated that Concentrated this Concentrated that Can't trust none of the chemicals in this shit Twenty cash on the dash, ten sacks in the whip [pre-chorus] Now the same corner got a different kind of line Same old faces, newer ways to spend the time You can hear it in the door chime, see it in the glow Went from back-alley favors to a barcode row [melodic interlude] [singer B] You got that sticky green Grinder on the table by the keys Ashtray full of last week’s dreams Lighter in your pocket Eyes on me [singer A] Man The game ripped off What happened to the local drug dealer? Man The game changed What happened to the local drug dealer? [singer B] You know I got 5 on it Dig in the drawer Pull the crumpled bills out You spark I slide on it Pass it around till the whole room clouds I swear I still ride for it Same old crew in a brand new house You know I got 5 on it Load it up Load it up now [instrumental] [singer A] Used to meet at a friend's house Used to meet at the park Used to meet on a street corner Used to meet at the dark Now I meet at the shop And I'm shopping for pot Meet at the shop And I'm shopping for pot [singer B] This bong isn’t gonna load itself You staring at the screen Phone on the shelf Pizza box open Cold slice left Laughing at a joke we ain’t told yet [singer A] Man The game ripped off What happened to the local drug dealer? Man The game changed What happened to the local drug dealer? [transition] [singer B] Same couch Different city Same laugh Same committee Broke days Still we split it Every gram Every minute [singer A] Story one: he was posted on the block all night Twenty cash in his hand for a bag, no light Ten sacks in the hoodie, paranoia on sight R&B in his headphones, humming through the fright [singer B] You know I got 5 on it Dig in the drawer Pull the crumpled bills out You spark I slide on it Pass it around till the whole room clouds I swear I still ride for it Same old crew in a brand new house You know I got 5 on it Load it up Load it up now [outro] Now it’s a receipt on the counter, not a call in the hall We still roll one up, still answer when the numbers fall From corner deals to barcode beams, the neighborhood changed shape Same hands, different path, same smoke, same late-night break