Corner Stories - Tut

Crackhead sitting on the corner — looking like he might be in need

Wondering if you could give him a little bit of cheese

For another crack rock and a little McDee’s

Oh, he gon' get it

Remember sitting in my uncle kitchen, I was 8 though

Whippin up a lil something for the pesos

I was making pyramids out of legos

He was making sure his daughter n them was straight though

Screaming mother fuck a cop, carl winslow

Louie colors with the motherfuckin tint, ho

Ran the trap like a gahdamn drive through

Slanging crack out the motherfuckin window

And a drive through, nigga gotta get bread

By any means my nigga

Mother fuck feds, let’s get this cheese my nigga

Until we all fed — he started out with 9 niggas now they all dead

And the choir sings

Da da da daaaaa daaaaaa da da da da

Young nigga posted on the corner

Posted with a pocket full of trees

See this shit cost a dub it ain’t got no sticks or seeds

And I can’t fuck with you if you ain’t got the fees

Oh Imma get it

Nigga lets get lifted

We can get high tonight

And we gone jack that nigga that was flossin right?

Didn’t have no gun it was hard that night

Tried to jack a motherfucker with a army knife

I gotta lay low

Made a trip up to the boro cause the ends low

I’m on the interstate with 10.5

Damn (whoop whoop)

There go Carl Winslow

Niggas ask me how im doing

Shit im fucked up

But I still found a way to get the bucks up

Me and Rob in the place with our cups up

I’m in ya girlfriend still tryna get a nut up

Sheesh

Feigning for a rock, she was over 6'3

Sharing dirty needles, arm looks so diseased

Lil kids run to the house in the driveway

Tarnished last game of hide and seek

1−2-3 smell the fumes from the weed

That the old heads lit down the street — got a nose for the seeds

High so good swear it’s all that she need

Should’ve past a week ago — shareek sheesh

Can I get a dolla' from a fiend

Up and down the street

Walking looking at the heaps of the smoke from the porch

The last little bit of Mike Da Vinci’s verse…

Look sexy to its schmit

Tryna reach the pyramid, slave for the queen

Niggas life of queens playing pricks in Corvettes

Fast lining, purple rain hoes make them right