Corner Pocket

Aye yo, aye yo, come on
Let me get a shot at this shit, God

Everybody getting they chances
Let me get one, God, my shit is precise
Like an 8-ball in the corner pocket
I'm calling that shit, check

Aye yo, we risk it all
Fine wine sipping, trying to picture God
Said you was the one, but on the corner
Still pitching hard, I seen life
Turning gang bangers into victims, Lord
I seen white, make em act strange
Trying to get the raw and get it off
If Steph is in the corner
Gotta dish the ball
It's contact, they playing Pop Warner
With the fentanyl
Like how you make a living
Making killings when you get involved
Asking what's the price of life
Tell me, God, is this the cost
Buy in bulk, moving bigger numbers
Lest the timing off
Funny how, roses never given lest
You buy the thorns, knowledge born
99 reasons why I'm not as warm
Cold blooded, posted with the heater in my Tommy drawers
If shit stop, sitting on the corner with my 5th cocked
We laid off, finding my insurance
Through the zip locks, we big shots
Running with the baggies in our gym socks
Caught us in the school smoking
Mama probably pissed off for good reason
You know the father like the hood Jesus
Death before dishonor
Treating business like my shoe's seaming
Boots bleeding, holding my position
God, I'm too seasoned
Onlookers salty
Hating on the God, but who sees em, uh

Keep the money moving, I move seamless
The biggest heads around is only for the few dreamers