[Intro]
Late night
Same hoodie, same staircase
Same prayers I keep missin'
(Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Mom’s rent late, landlord on her line
I learned math baggin’ dimes, tryna stretch the time
Court dates circled on the fridge like holidays
Judge lookin’ at my face like I’m a résumé
Block smell strong, summer in a cold place
Bike wheel bent, stash in the old frame
OG said “rap or the grave, boy, choose”
I seen halos on homies on the 6 o’clock news
[Chorus]
This that corner store sermon, aisle three gospel (uh)
Bread by the register, bread in the nostrils
Prayin’ over loosies, demons in the bristles
Piano in my head, every key another pistol
I came up hard where the hope run thin
If the reaper at the door, I ain’t let him in
This that corner store sermon, pain in the sample
Whole life cramped in a ten-pack capsule (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Stove top talk, bubbles in the glass cup
Shorty got a cap and gown, brother got his cap tucked
Same block, two paths, both feel fatal
One got tassels, one got cables
Food stamps foldin’, pockets like a graveyard
Cold water showers, heat from the K-spark
I seen the pastor pull off in a foreign
Same night my lil’ man got zipped by the awning (damn)
[Chorus]
This that corner store sermon, aisle three gospel (aye)
Bread by the register, bread in the nostrils
Prayin’ over loosies, demons in the bristles
Piano in my head, every key another pistol
I came up hard where the hope run thin
If the reaper at the door, I ain’t let him in
This that corner store sermon, pain in the sample
Whole life cramped in a ten-pack capsule (uh)