Corner Store ft. Shyheim Nwadiei & Sneak The Poet Lyrics

I was sittin' on a corner

Pitter-patter, pat, when the cycle swoon

When I matched wooden trail tails

Zebra cakes and cell phones

With the minutes on, pockets filled, Debbie songs

Sirens for my hunger, won't be feigning long

Corner store, storing rations for the heat

Arizona, Brisk tea and Corona's for my mama

Tryna flee from them corners of our past

Bloody floors, broken glass, tattered to out lash

Droppin' tears, hug you, mama, it's okay, you ain't bad

Blame for every predecessor, painting us with metal clamps

The champ in his hometown

I'll be damned if niggas try to freeze me at that corner store

Shit, still cop the Debbies when I'm low

Baby, drop it low, I been feelin' low

Poverty a drug, riches comin' slow

But I'm almost there, tryna hold you close

Posted up at the corner store

Everybody needs somethin', what you come here for?

Is it a pack of M&M's?

Some Hennessy, gas for the Benz?

Blunt wraps for your mans, product for the fiends

Got him comin' back again for a pack of parliaments

And a lottery ticket hopin' one day we win

Hopin' God will understand why we live this way

In a cycle of karma, part of these feelings

Are matched with the body armor

My skin thick like elephants, but problems irrelevant

She took my attention when that ass walked by

So shake what your mama gave you, baby, I don't mind

I met her at the corner store, she was on my dick by 9PM

ménage à trois with her and the friends

And when I'm done, I leave to do it all over again

At the corner store

At the corner store

At the corner store

Keep your eyes open

At the corner store

Keep your eyes open

Everything ain't always what it seems to be

Keep, keep, keep your eyes open

Keep, keep, keep your eyes open

Keep, keep, keep your eyes open

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes open

Let me get like some fiji water, let me get

4 vegan wraps and some papers, man

You know what I mean? Organic

Rock, rock, rock with me, baby, like crack in a pot

This gon' pop like the 80s, give me top

When I found her, she was lost in amazement

High-class flavor, God favored, this is Hades

I'm a living contradiction, smoothest nigga talking

Blame it on the refs, it was over before it started

Game full of stars, starters and benchwarmers

Clutch players who can swish it when the crowd roaring

We balling, our court is the corner store

Where we used to take orders

Used to stuff our pockets, made the cashier watch us

When she say something, this is damn near extortion

I'm way too important

Stat sheet crazy, 20 swerves this morning

Back-to-back games, so that's really like 40

ESPN, I should be on 30 for 30

Other team out of shape and they bitches looking birdie

James Worthy of rap, yes, you heard me correct

Nah, I'm more like Klay, I don't get enough respect

In my town, I'm like Steph

Goof say that that's a diss, really more than an assist

Really more than legit, the epitome of wit, yeah

Heavy with a crown, my son gon' be a prince

Went and got it on my wrist, 48th Street raised

Born broke, but die rich, nigga

Born broke, but die rich, nigga