Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life Had to hustle, had to get it, keep the family right Sending bread overseas on a one night flight 'Cause we got it better here, but if you here you sacrifice MashAllah, I count my blessings in the night That my father worked a corner store all my life Lived the life just like an immigrant, the family right How we hustle, how we get it, yeah we all got appetite I can't never stress I'm counting all my blessings While I'm stressing how I'm gon' make it to heaven Coming down, no It's getting old Though I lived before, I guess I missed the lesson While I'm stressing how I'm gonna' get to mother fucking heaven I get jealous, yeah it really gets depressing Coming down, no Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life And I worked a corner store damn near my whole life Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life Coming down, no, coming down I started working overtime when I was twenty Tryna' find a way in the world with making money I got kicked out of school, I was on too much shit So my Dad gave me a job to work the fucking night shift I was driving 407 to the 813 Driving nights with my blunt in my rearview, can't see me Hoping that I don't get pulled over just puffing on the only thing that kept me happy at the same ain't that some shit But I'm 'fenna' quit Where I started smoking grits And all the homeless junkie shit Where I learned some fucking lessons 'bout how Tunechi users get Where I sold my first rose Never let that shit go What make us different than the dope they supplying we just do it on the low And so, we sold our soul Hoping that God let it go Weighing heavy on my conscious, anchor in bulk Where I hit my first lick Some shit I'll never forget Swear to God it was an accident I never meant And sometimes I swear I live at the store Because sometimes it won't let me go Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life And my brother worked a corner store all my life Lived the life just like an immigrant, the family right How we worked the corner store our whole damn life Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life And my brother worked a corner store all my life Lived the life just like an immigrant the family right How we worked the corner store our whole damn lives, no