[Verse 1]
Wish I could make it off the block
Same corner
Same clock
Same chalk
Got a voice in my chest that knock
But my phone keep ringin' for the drop
Mama prayin' I don't catch a case
I been prayin' for a different place
Wanna trade this risk for a stage
Turn this pain I got into plays
[Chorus]
Wish I could sell CDs
Not these rocks
Turn these late nights into songs that knock
I’m tired of thuggin' in the streets like that
I wanna thug in the booth
Make stacks
Not packs (yeah)
Wish I could sell CDs
Not these rocks
Turn them hand-to-hands into charts on top
I’m tired of thuggin' in the streets like that
I wanna thug making music
Have stacks
Not packs (stacks, not packs)
[Verse 2]
Homie said the fast cash sweet
Fast cash came
Then it passed me
Still broke
Still duckin' that heat
Still lookin' for a way off this leash
Got bars in my notes
Not just bars in the spot
Dreams in my head
Not just dreams of a knot
If I gotta hustle
Let me hustle my art
Let the product be the pieces of my heart
[Chorus]
Wish I could sell CDs
Not these rocks
Turn these late nights into songs that knock
I’m tired of thuggin' in the streets like that
I wanna thug in the booth
Make stacks
Not packs (oh)
Wish I could sell CDs
Not these rocks
Turn them hand-to-hands into charts on top
I’m tired of thuggin' in the streets like that
I wanna thug making music
Have stacks
Not packs