On The Corner Smoke DZA (Ft. Big K.R.I.T. & Bun B)

[Chorus: Big KRIT]
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

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
He was the future, pure shooter, he was dead nice
Super talented attracted by the 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 them with patch, you know, 70/30
He tryna save up for that Ferregamo crewneck
Its already fuck ball bout to be school next
Getting 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 meal from Jimbo's
Grimey bitch, had the sights strained
Had some niggas catch him slipping at the dice game
Go figure he used to want to be a Laker
Now he won't wake up
Damn, what a way to make paper..