Corner Store Confessions

[Intro]
Whole block know my résumé
Turn dirt into digits, that’s every day
They pray for my fall, I just elevate
Talk tough on the net, then they hesitate (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I was broke, now the safe feel overweight
Turn a L to a lesson, then I overtake
You was trippin’ over pennies at the corner gate
I was flippin’ every penny at the corner late
Talk slick, leave you lookin’ like you lost a bet
Whole crew full of bosses, we don’t post regrets
You ain’t never seen a drought, still you post a threat
I been swimmin’ through the famine like I own the wet
Say it’s up, then it’s up, that’s a elevator
Skin thick, heart colder than a refrigerator
You just type tough lines, you a printmaker
I put lines in the street, I’m a risk-taker (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m the one they call when the pack too heavy (too heavy)
Turn a lil’ flip to a M, real ready (real ready)
I don’t ever talk, I just move, big steady (big steady)
Whole life pressure, but I make it look petty
Tell ‘em run it, run it back, this that hustler talk (hustler talk)
Every step I ever took left a hustler walk (yeah)
Got it out the mud, out the gutter, out the chalk
Now the bag do the braggin’ when I barely talk
[Verse 2]
You a mascot, never in the action
I’m the one they call when they need a transaction
Plug love me ‘cause I never bring distractions
Only numbers in my phone, that’s a fraction
You was beggin’ for a seat, I was buildin’ me a table
Turn a cable into gold, I’m unstable with the fable
If I said it, then I meant it, every letter on the label
Put a stamp on the struggle like it came through the naval
Talk cheap, I can buy out your whole script
You just act rich, every pic is a road trip
I was really in the rain tryna hold grip
Now the drip make ‘em drown off a slow drip (splash)
[Chorus]
I’m the one they call when the pack too heavy (too heavy)
Turn a lil’ flip to a M, real ready (real ready)
I don’t ever talk, I just move, big steady (big steady)
Whole life pressure, but I make it look petty
Tell ‘em run it, run it back, this that hustler talk (hustler talk)
Every step I ever took left a hustler walk (yeah)
Got it out the mud, out the gutter, out the chalk
Now the bag do the braggin’ when I barely talk

rap, Dark trap beat with heavy 808s and eerie, detuned bell melody; male vocals with a cold, unbothered delivery. Verses stay tight and percussive, packed with punchlines and pauses for emphasis. Hook widens with stacked ad-libs, filtered backing chants, and a rising bass sweep that hits on the title line. Occasional tape-stop drops and riser glitches to spotlight the wordplay and swagger.