On The Corner

Once upon a time on the corner

There was a Pimp, there was a playa

Sharp as a razor with alligators

One time on the corner

There was a trick that paid to play

That always came but never stayed

One time on the corner

There was a ho that always chose

To get the high – she took the lows

One time on the corner

There was a baller, shot-caller

Baby mamas and baby fathers

One time on the corner

He was the future, pure shooter, he was dead nice

? fast life

Pops went AWOL, moms got laid off

Fuckin with the gangstas, now you barely wanna play ball

Started hanging out with Dave, coming out early

He was hitting? patch, you know, 70/30

He tryna save up for that Ferregamo crewneck

Was already?, about to be?

Eating fresh, bitches fuck him with his 2-step

Fuckin with this bitch named Keno

Bad little bimbo, wasn't about shit

Do anything for a light-up and a mil from Jimbo

Grimey bitch, had the sights strained

Had some niggas catching/flipping like a dice game

Go figure. Used to want to be a Laker

Now he wanna wake up

Damn, what a way to make paper...

Once upon a time on the corner

There was a Pimp, there was a playa

Sharp as a razor with alligators

One time on the corner

There was a trick that paid to play

That always came but never stayed

One time on the corner

There was a ho that always chose

To get the high – she took the lows

One time on the corner

There was a baller, shot-caller

Baby mamas and baby fathers

One time on the corner

Dedicated to the players in the candy-painted cars

Them boys from the hood that's burning purple

Sipping? with the boppers on the side

Of their ride, looking fine

On the corner, sweating, thugs and them hustlers

On the grind, that's exactly where they came from

Where they got their game from

Straight out the streets, that's where

They got their ghetto fame from

Represent they hood and they represent well

And they riding for their homies til they RIP as well

Tell by the smoke that they smoking on that fruity

Putting on for their city daily: it's their duty

Shorty's got booty, trunk's got bang

Their steering wheel is wood

So they're gripping on the grain

The dope is in their shoes

And the money in their pocket

The pistol's in their left and they ain't even

Got to cock it.?

And tomorrow they'll be right back