On The Corner lyrics

[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
f*ckin 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 f*ck ball bout to be school next
Getting fresh, b*tches f*ck him with his 2-step
f*ckin with this b*tch named Keno
Bad little bimbo, wasn't about sh*t
Do anything for a light-up and a meal from Jimbo's
Grimey b*tch, had the sights strained
Had some n*ggas 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..
[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 2: Bun B]
Dedicated to the players in the candy-painted cars
Them boys from the hood that's burning purple
Sipping lean with the boppers on the side
Of their ride, looking fine
On the corner where them 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 it 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 c*ck it. They show the hood love they show em love back
And tomorrow they'll be right back..
[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