Corner Stories 2 Songtext
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Corner Stories 2 Songtext
You gotta take your time young blood
Don′t get too ahead of yourself man
You gotta slow it down young blood
I got this liquor in me, i'ma wreck some shit
No way, just put your guns down
Tell me who you praying on
Time is of the essence, who you waiting on?
You ain′t got it, go and get it, go and get it
'Til you got what you want
Get what you deserve, spoken word is smokin' herb
I don′t want sell dope no more, left two kilos at the church
Now, we back to selling birds, oh, I was getting gassed
As if I was doing good, then sold me a fifty bag
He done spent his whole life for the up, for the commas
No more Louie colors with the motherfucking debt
Just a two-toned Impala
You can′t sell bricks no more cause the Fed's is on his ass
So I ask, nigga, ain′t you tired of the struggle?
It's like saying you tired of the hustle
When the 9 to 5 don′t love you
They gon' throw your ass out with the trash
And them bills gon′ keep coming
Might as well find you some dope in the stash
I'm looking for peace of the mind
I need me a peace of the pie
I need me a cut of the dough
We could be out cutting the dope
But y'all niggas don′t hear me
Take what you want, my nigga, we been in here
About to eat, let me take out my silverware
You ain′t eating, get out of that fridge in there
Heart so caught up it feel like it's a prison there
For these strugglers, I′ll become a millionaire
Tell my Uncle, I got him a Benz in here, yeah
You gotta take your time young blood
Don't get too ahead of yourself man
You gotta slow it down young blood
I got this liquor in me, i′ma wreck some shit
No way, just put your guns down
Tell me who you praying on
Time is of the essence, who you waiting on?
You ain't got it, go and get it, go and get it
′Til you got what you want
I had a mind of my own since I was old enough
See, $pottie left the gate open and now, we're blowing up
I get this dough, feed the fam, and put my niggas on
I must look comfy as hell, these hoes keep sleeping on
I thought myself how to work a scale just to sell a zip
I let her skate at the crib, I'm about to make a trip
Another tale from the corners of where I′m coming from
If I, I bought you a gram, I just might show you love
Yeah, coaching niggas to success like Dennis Kimbro
In the limo, making bitches break they back like a limbo
No way shit go coincidental, best start taking advantage
I′m a man of my talents, you Marcus Garvey
Tell these niggas "sorry"
They should've listened, should′ve paid some attention
You all focused on image but broke ass for ratchet bitches
I take a piss in my pictures to lead these bitch niggas shittin'
Save some dope for my children and after that, we just chillin′
Man, this shit be so vintage like the white and orange Pippens
High top and the sole, had the pump in them bitches
Riding round' with scape money with the pump in the Chrysler
Corner stories part two, can′t get these bitches some fire
Don′t get too ahead of yourself man
You gotta slow it down young blood
I got this liquor in me, i'ma wreck some shit
No way, just put your guns down
Tell me who you praying on
Time is of the essence, who you waiting on?
You ain′t got it, go and get it, go and get it
'Til you got what you want
Get what you deserve, spoken word is smokin' herb
I don′t want sell dope no more, left two kilos at the church
Now, we back to selling birds, oh, I was getting gassed
As if I was doing good, then sold me a fifty bag
He done spent his whole life for the up, for the commas
No more Louie colors with the motherfucking debt
Just a two-toned Impala
You can′t sell bricks no more cause the Fed's is on his ass
So I ask, nigga, ain′t you tired of the struggle?
It's like saying you tired of the hustle
When the 9 to 5 don′t love you
They gon' throw your ass out with the trash
And them bills gon′ keep coming
Might as well find you some dope in the stash
I'm looking for peace of the mind
I need me a peace of the pie
I need me a cut of the dough
We could be out cutting the dope
But y'all niggas don′t hear me
Take what you want, my nigga, we been in here
About to eat, let me take out my silverware
You ain′t eating, get out of that fridge in there
Heart so caught up it feel like it's a prison there
For these strugglers, I′ll become a millionaire
Tell my Uncle, I got him a Benz in here, yeah
You gotta take your time young blood
Don't get too ahead of yourself man
You gotta slow it down young blood
I got this liquor in me, i′ma wreck some shit
No way, just put your guns down
Tell me who you praying on
Time is of the essence, who you waiting on?
You ain't got it, go and get it, go and get it
′Til you got what you want
I had a mind of my own since I was old enough
See, $pottie left the gate open and now, we're blowing up
I get this dough, feed the fam, and put my niggas on
I must look comfy as hell, these hoes keep sleeping on
I thought myself how to work a scale just to sell a zip
I let her skate at the crib, I'm about to make a trip
Another tale from the corners of where I′m coming from
If I, I bought you a gram, I just might show you love
Yeah, coaching niggas to success like Dennis Kimbro
In the limo, making bitches break they back like a limbo
No way shit go coincidental, best start taking advantage
I′m a man of my talents, you Marcus Garvey
Tell these niggas "sorry"
They should've listened, should′ve paid some attention
You all focused on image but broke ass for ratchet bitches
I take a piss in my pictures to lead these bitch niggas shittin'
Save some dope for my children and after that, we just chillin′
Man, this shit be so vintage like the white and orange Pippens
High top and the sole, had the pump in them bitches
Riding round' with scape money with the pump in the Chrysler
Corner stories part two, can′t get these bitches some fire
Writer(s): Kevin Lebron Adams, Calvin Tarvin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
