Corner Pocket ft. Golden Arms Lyrics

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