CORNER, USA Lyrics

I don't understand, clean or dirty

Instead of a school playground

Up here instead of a beaming smile

Focused on the grind, never kick back

I ain't holding shit back, this 40 still poking where my rib at

Little homie moms never care where her kids at

Bodega corner store where she get her fix at

Hustle off the muscle, had to get that in the jungle

Shots ringing all night

Yo, the chopper need a muzzle

They'll line you to the cops, your right hand trying to cuff you

The drug game slime and the jail time's double

Brooklyn gotta give them pain

Took a dollar and a dream

It turned in to thousands off of caine

And if you talking product, then they vouching for my name

For a pair of Dior's, the homies down to catch a stain

This ain't for the culture, this is for the corner

This ain't for the culture, this is for the corner

What we was supposed to do though

The odds was in y'all favor

We got to the bag

Champagne stains on the concrete

The hammers in arms reach

All this drip but his talk cheap

Locked for the weekend in the booking's we was all deep

Those the same ones I'm taking with me to the floor seats

No we not lying, we was outside never hiding

Still parked by the hydrant in case the opps sliding

Focused on the bag, still me and mine solid

I done seen mouths be shut and silenced over gossip

Stick to the code, we was living for tomorrow

Gotta get it by the day, late nights into the morn

It's real weight stepping, peel eight tension

Milk crate legend, it's Bodega

This ain't for the culture, this is for the corner

This ain't for the culture, this is for the corner