作曲 : Erik Stephens/Marche' Black/Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker Jr.

I understand all too well

It seems to me, God is our responsibility

Yeah, that's right. And God's only hope is us

We don't make it, he ain't gonna make it either

Yeah, uh, uh-huh

(Catch me in the corner not speaking)

Oh-oh, you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)

In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical

While niggas flexing know I'm Gucci

The loudmouth talk will never move me

So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)

My nigga, you can

Talk about who owe you favours

Talk about your thousand haters

All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

Look, independent, ain't have to look for deals

Work for myself, can't explain to you how good it feels

Got a taste of my own medicine, so I took the pill

Can't walk in my shoes, you niggas can't even foot the bill

I make music you can ride to, smoke, kush and chill

Type of music that you gotta be from the hood to feel

For my hustlers in the kitchen, that's tryin' to cook a meal

Kitchen counter full of coke, look like the sugar spilled

Reminiscing on them days, back when we was youngest

You're the one I called anytime I needed something

Now I'm in this court room, screaming out: "Free my cousin!"

Please, tell 'em take the chains off, like Deebo coming

I don't argue, triggers talk, bullets big as tennis balls

Put my life in a song, nigga, ain't no pen involved

Since a kid, I've been a star

Treat the game like cops treat a nigga

Won't be satisfied 'till I kill them all, you can

You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)

In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical

While niggas flexing know I'm Gucci

The loudmouth talk will never move me

So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)

My nigga, you can

Talk about who owe you favours

Talk about your thousand haters

All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

Look, kill them all, I put rappers in cemeteries

Then, go to your wake and autograph your obituaries

Pass it out to your fam, kill them niggas that carries you

Drop a bomb in the hole that your family digging to bury you

Just for emergencies, I put a stash in the wall

Now I'm out here pulling strings like I had a guitar

But first I had to ask God

Never drown, 'cause when it rains it pours

Just take a sip, but I had my last straw

Take a peek inside my mind

Thoughts scatter like a hoarder's house

Gave birth to your style, but now I gotta abort the child

No killer, but don't push me where I have to react

Friends turn to OJ and left me stabbed in the back

I fill my safe with cash, black car credit to charge

For them days, I used to make a dollar stretch to a yard

I only drive myself crazy when I press my garage

I got whips so big, I can put a chef in my car, you can

You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)

In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical

While niggas flexing know I'm Gucci

The loudmouth talk will never move me

So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)

My nigga, you can

Talk about who owe you favours

Talk about your thousand haters

All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

Aye A