Corner Stories 2 YGTUT

[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 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

[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 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 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