Corner Stories 2 - Tut

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