Had a pair of ruby's
Cousin gave em to me
Told me win some money
Bring him back a dubey
Hit the dolphin store
For some wraps and chewies
But I was underage
Wouldn't sell it to me
Had I had to do
What a youngin did
Street transactions
Watching out for pigs
Grown man games
Ain't no place for kids
But they introduced me
Got good at it
XWhere I'm from can't have shit
Can't read niggas hate smart shit
Gotta fight or you a pie jit
Beat a nigga ass grab a gun quick
X beyblade hit ya top let it rip
X seen nigga roll themselves into a hole loss a grip
X see them cops light flash everybody gone dip
X big ballers kept the pager on the hips
X in the back pocket kept a money clip
X had gold teeth shining off his lip
X had black n mild wine wood tips
X dice in one hand other hand had the blic
X spark his shit up flick from the wrist
X on fire walk away with a grip
X niggas dont like losing money start trippin
X suppose to be a friendly game but it start flipping
X sore loser poor loser know the difference
X gambling with cash that was spose to feed his children
X baby momma asking for some diapers and some rent
X look her in the eye and his ass lie again
X last time he said he loaned the shit to a friend
X this time he say his check looked a lil thin
X she be fed up lock the door won't let him in
X not until he can support bout a grand
X now he gotta move find a way to meet ends
X Robbery it is black mask 2 tens
Hang on the corner all day
Getting in trouble at night
We was just tryna get paid
Nigga just pass me them dice
Don't see us in news but we stay in the papers
Be patient promise you I'll explain it all later
X all black everything look like the undertaker
X purple skin with gold teeth nigga look like a laker
X say he down for life but he low key a hater
X he watching the games he thinking bout paper
X he plotting and scheme play that bitch like a sega
X he dream bout them bullets he casting out later
XBi polar ass nigga
Gotta meet my quota ass nigga
Ain't lackin stay holding ass nigga
Last pick on the team but you chosen ass nigga
X high roller ass nigga
X coke no cola ass nigga
X green as Yoda ass nigga
X flossin but you poor ass niggas
X call of duty ass niggas
X dick in booty ass nigga
X stay moody ass nigga
X fubu jersey ass nigga
X tall tee blue Jeans ole dirty ass niggaaa
X but he bought him a ratchet
X got all the tools now he all bout that action
X last person they'd expect to be packing
X he wait for a moment they all get distracted
X in love with the money a fatal attraction
X he patiently wait as the money keep stacking
X bout 2 stacks on the ground he black out he start cappin
X he grab all the cash and he 40 yard dashin
X ain't think about the repercussions
X that money ain't gone amount to nothing
X cuz they hunting for him they coming
X they shoot up his uncle and cousins
X he still out of town he still duckin
X just a matter of time fo his luck end
X they found him temptation drums sounding like ruffin
Hang on the corner all day
Getting in trouble at night
We was just tryna get paid
Nigga just pass me them dice
Corna’ was written by Marcellis.
Corna’ was produced by Frank Mello.