Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Corner Pantry , by - Nolan the Ninja. Song from the album YEN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.09.2017
Record label: SPORT CAST
Song language: English
Corner Pantry |
| Smoking a paper as I talk to Moms |
| Told her that I’ll come & visit her soon |
| Let her know her youngest making moves |
| Hope my efforts could cause a blessing & make her move, I got a lot to prove |
| At 19, I was through with school |
| They gave me the boot, so I took my ass to the booth |
| Started curating recordings hoping that somebody notice |
| But now, a young nigga focused, I see the Rolls & the Rover, nigga |
| I’m tryna see a million 'fore I go to sleep, what the fuck is counting sheep |
| I went through valleys & peaks, now my niggas trying to eat |
| Transition from open mics to tours & LP’s & um… |
| (word, tell 'em) |
| I was doubted & expected to take a routing involving college but |
| Later for that, was made to achieve, I see the future |
| And I got them keys, who trying to fuck up some commas |
| That’s word on my momma, I said that’s word on my momma |
| Faygo ginger ale, Nike two piece |
| Poetic clocking & seeing G’s, nigga |
| Welcome to the land of the licks |
| The prostitutes on strips & niggas plotting on a scam |
| Faygo ginger ale, Nike two piece |
| Poetic clocking & seeing G’s, nigga |
| Welcome to the land of the licks |
| The prostitutes on strips & niggas plotting on a scam to get rich |
| A nigga never been as broke as me |
| Trips with my Nana to Focus: HOPE for the groceries |
| Shit, every day, my momma play the fucking lottery |
| She trying to hit the mega mill, not knowing her son could see the mill |
| I need the Tracy Marrow crib in the hills |
| All white, with the Lexus matching |
| Jawn attaching, we lamping in the Hamptons |
| Swinging in hammocks & blowing the swishers by the gram |
| While grinning at the thought of a Grammy |
| Used to kick the rhymes for the gratis |
| But now I’m enhancing the status, supporters throughout the atlas |
| On a weekly, I’m shipping somebody’s package, uh |
| Independent struggles but fuck it, I love the hustle, I don’t mind the trouble |
| Poetic clocking be the forte, I’m from the block where niggas getting |
| (blaow) |
| In broad day, around the way of where my granny raised me |
| In '04, they got my cousin, said the bullets grazed him, this shit is crazy |
| You ain’t never been as broke as me |
| Focus: HOPE for the groceries |
| Scratching off on them lotteries |
| Who trying to see a mill with me |
| You ain’t never been as broke as me |
| Focus: HOPE for the groceries |
| Scratching off on them lotteries |
| Who trying to hit the mega mill with me |