Tut - Corner Stories 2 lyrics

[Hook] 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 sh** 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 [Verse 1] 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 ga**ed 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 motherf**ing debt Just a two-toned Impala You can't sell bricks no more cause the Fed's is on his a** So I ask, n***a, 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 a** 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 n***as don't hear me Take what you want, my n***a, we been in here About to eat, let me take out my silverware You ain't eating, get out of that Frigidaire 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 n***as 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 n***as to success like Dennis Kimbro In the limo, making b**hes break they back like a limbo No way sh** go coincidental, best start taking advantage I'm a man of my talents, you Marcus Garvey Tell these n***as "sorry" They should've listened, should've paid some attention You all focused on image but broke a** for ratchet b**hes I take a piss in my pictures to lead these b**h n***as sh**tin' Save some dope for my children and after that, we just chillin' Man, this sh** be so vintage like the white and orange Pippens High top and the sole, had the pump in them b**hes Riding round' with scape money with the pump in the Chrysler Corner stories part two, can't get these b**hes some fire [Hook]