[Verse] Sunrise spills on cracked concrete, Penny saved, dream on repeat. Corner store light, tired eyes, But I’m sketchin’ futures on paper skies. One ticket, one prayer, one last try— Hope’s not a gamble, it’s just a lie I keep alive. Mama’s hands, calloused and strong, Built this life from what was wrong. [Pre-Chorus] Every "no" I've ever heard Just a step before the word... [Chorus] This corner lotto dream and my practical plan— They sit side by side like two lost hearts in a hand. One’s a jackpot, one’s a plan to pay the rent, But both got blood in the ink, both got fire in the chest. Yeah, I’m chasing stars and keepin’ my feet on the ground— With one hand on the dream and the other on the sound. Oh, they’re on the same table, same table, same table. [Verse] Used to burn receipts in the sink at night, Now I’m turnin’ loss into rhyme, light in the fight. Crumpled sheets, new lines drawn in the dust, Every wrong guess helps me break through the trust. I’m not waitin’ for luck—I’m buildin’ my own sky, A future forged slow, not one wild high. Still play the game, but I’m not the pawn, I’m the hand that shakes the dice, and I’m in charge of the dawn. [Pre-Chorus] Every "no" I've ever heard Just a step before the word... [Chorus] This corner lotto dream and my practical plan— They sit side by side like two lost hearts in a hand. One’s a jackpot, one’s a plan to pay the rent, But both got blood in the ink, both got fire in the chest. Yeah, I’m chasing stars and keepin’ my feet on the ground— With one hand on the dream and the other on the sound. Oh, they’re on the same table, same table, same table. [Bridge] Money won’t fix the weight of a name, But it can feed the flame. I don’t need a lottery to know I’m real— I’m real in the way I rise, I’m real in the feel. The dream's not in the win, it’s in the climb, Every downbeat’s a step, every silence a time. Yeah, I’m a man with a heart full of grit— I’ll win the game, even if I never hit the split. [Chorus] This corner lotto dream and my practical plan— They sit side by side like two lost hearts in a hand. One’s a jackpot, one’s a plan to pay the rent, But both got blood in the ink, both got fire in the chest. Yeah, I’m chasing stars and keepin’ my feet on the ground— With one hand on the dream and the other on the sound. Oh, they’re on the same table, same table, same table. [Outro] Same table… same table… Dream and plan, hand in hand… Still rising… still planned… Same table…