Cornerstore (feat. Saba & theMIND)
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๐ Lyrics
Yeah
And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from
Off that prison phone, may never come home
But black son gone hood rich from a broke home
Judge us by our skin tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn
I remember finding that revolver, I was looking through my closet
Try'n to find my remote control car charger
Wish I knew then, things I knew now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and make a gun sound, ain't that a bitch?
Adolescence ducking opposition, don't get too attached
We made it through too much and ain't no looking back
And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to
These bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I melt them all cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, yeah I'll stand it
Had a dream I was stabbed and I woke up screaming and gasping
In the studio jamming, listening to Thelo Piece
Ain't no religion, shit, Chiraq look like the Middle East
And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to bother
Arguing with they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll never meet his daughter
And drugs left mothers but a mirror of themselves
Look in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled
Heaven prolly resemble hell, when every day is jail
I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
Making college tuition, flippin' a hundred chickens
Now up in the corners where killers used to inhabit
They built a row of new condos where they tore up project buildings
Raised by the movers and shakers and life takers
Proper preparation, prepare for where life takes us
Blame it on the family structure, ask the news anchor
But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour
And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from
Off that prison phone, may never come home
I used to dream I was from somewhere else
Cause I didn't wanna go home
Found myself at the cornerstore, cornered in, all alone
I left my house this morning with the intent of returning
The last thing that I heard was the news of a murder
That wasn't more than a couple blocks from where I rest my head
But I'm certain that it was a stranger
That's how I detach myself from the situation
My grandma asked if I had everything for school
It seem like she growing more
Overprotective as I get older, she lost both of her sons
And I can feel it when she kiss me, she don't sleep 'til I get home
And she don't like me in the city
Restless nights in penitentiaries
I paint a picture and ain't none of it pretty
Police still shooting niggas but I ain't scared of shit
It's hostile out here as everyone have a bone to pick
I look my granddad in his eyes and said I'll be home at 6
To get to my bus I gotta walk pass the thugs on the corner
And even if they know me, they gon' try me like some fucking foreigner
Flashing a dime pack, yelling good loud, good loud
They do this every day and I tell 'em I don't smoke, shit
My best friend from when I was eleven posted with the weapon
Acting like he do not see me stepping to their section
We used to hoop daily and treat it like a profession
And now I'm walking by him like I'm some type of pedestrian
I went to private school with most of these guys
But ultimately I'm the only one who tried omitting the crime
I turned the corner with caution and approached Austin
I walked to the cornerstore
There I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
I just wanted them 50s and juicy crunchy curls
I just wanted a little hoopty in case that train derail
I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm late as hell
That block a monster, hope you save yourself
Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from
Off that prison phone, may never come home
I need to escape now, now
And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from
Off that prison phone, may never come home
But black son gone hood rich from a broke home
Judge us by our skin tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn
I remember finding that revolver, I was looking through my closet
Try'n to find my remote control car charger
Wish I knew then, things I knew now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and make a gun sound, ain't that a bitch?
Adolescence ducking opposition, don't get too attached
We made it through too much and ain't no looking back
And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to
These bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I melt them all cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, yeah I'll stand it
Had a dream I was stabbed and I woke up screaming and gasping
In the studio jamming, listening to Thelo Piece
Ain't no religion, shit, Chiraq look like the Middle East
And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to bother
Arguing with they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll never meet his daughter
And drugs left mothers but a mirror of themselves
Look in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled
Heaven prolly resemble hell, when every day is jail
I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
Making college tuition, flippin' a hundred chickens
Now up in the corners where killers used to inhabit
They built a row of new condos where they tore up project buildings
Raised by the movers and shakers and life takers
Proper preparation, prepare for where life takes us
Blame it on the family structure, ask the news anchor
But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour
And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from
Off that prison phone, may never come home
I used to dream I was from somewhere else
Cause I didn't wanna go home
Found myself at the cornerstore, cornered in, all alone
I left my house this morning with the intent of returning
The last thing that I heard was the news of a murder
That wasn't more than a couple blocks from where I rest my head
But I'm certain that it was a stranger
That's how I detach myself from the situation
My grandma asked if I had everything for school
It seem like she growing more
Overprotective as I get older, she lost both of her sons
And I can feel it when she kiss me, she don't sleep 'til I get home
And she don't like me in the city
Restless nights in penitentiaries
I paint a picture and ain't none of it pretty
Police still shooting niggas but I ain't scared of shit
It's hostile out here as everyone have a bone to pick
I look my granddad in his eyes and said I'll be home at 6
To get to my bus I gotta walk pass the thugs on the corner
And even if they know me, they gon' try me like some fucking foreigner
Flashing a dime pack, yelling good loud, good loud
They do this every day and I tell 'em I don't smoke, shit
My best friend from when I was eleven posted with the weapon
Acting like he do not see me stepping to their section
We used to hoop daily and treat it like a profession
And now I'm walking by him like I'm some type of pedestrian
I went to private school with most of these guys
But ultimately I'm the only one who tried omitting the crime
I turned the corner with caution and approached Austin
I walked to the cornerstore
There I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
I just wanted them 50s and juicy crunchy curls
I just wanted a little hoopty in case that train derail
I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm late as hell
That block a monster, hope you save yourself
Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from
Off that prison phone, may never come home
I need to escape now, now
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.43] Yeah
[00:11.92] And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
[00:14.91] Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
[00:17.83] Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
[00:20.60] And talking to my brother every week from
[00:22.43] Off that prison phone, may never come home
[00:24.59] But black son gone hood rich from a broke home
[00:27.24] Judge us by our skin tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn
[00:30.23] I remember finding that revolver, I was looking through my closet
[00:33.28] Try'n to find my remote control car charger
[00:35.48] Wish I knew then, things I knew now but how it goes down
[00:38.91] Aimed it at my head and make a gun sound, ain't that a bitch?
[00:41.71] Adolescence ducking opposition, don't get too attached
[00:44.35] We made it through too much and ain't no looking back
[00:46.63] And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to
[00:48.64] These bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
[00:50.39] I melt them all cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
[00:53.30] It's off the wall, yeah I'll stand it
[00:54.99] Had a dream I was stabbed and I woke up screaming and gasping
[00:58.02] In the studio jamming, listening to Thelo Piece
[01:00.74] Ain't no religion, shit, Chiraq look like the Middle East
[01:03.65] And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to bother
[01:06.42] Arguing with they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers
[01:09.38] Release day 2050, he'll never meet his daughter
[01:12.22] And drugs left mothers but a mirror of themselves
[01:14.27] Look in the mirror and see myself
[01:15.75] Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled
[01:18.67] Heaven prolly resemble hell, when every day is jail
[01:21.35] I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
[01:24.35] Making college tuition, flippin' a hundred chickens
[01:27.31] Now up in the corners where killers used to inhabit
[01:29.60] They built a row of new condos where they tore up project buildings
[01:32.96] Raised by the movers and shakers and life takers
[01:35.84] Proper preparation, prepare for where life takes us
[01:38.79] Blame it on the family structure, ask the news anchor
[01:41.24] But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour
[01:44.37] And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
[01:47.48] Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
[01:50.37] Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
[01:53.10] And talking to my brother every week from
[01:54.86] Off that prison phone, may never come home
[02:16.22] I used to dream I was from somewhere else
[02:20.65] Cause I didn't wanna go home
[02:27.18] Found myself at the cornerstore, cornered in, all alone
[02:29.65] I left my house this morning with the intent of returning
[02:32.44] The last thing that I heard was the news of a murder
[02:34.72] That wasn't more than a couple blocks from where I rest my head
[02:37.44] But I'm certain that it was a stranger
[02:39.01] That's how I detach myself from the situation
[02:41.84] My grandma asked if I had everything for school
[02:44.04] It seem like she growing more
[02:45.16] Overprotective as I get older, she lost both of her sons
[02:48.48] And I can feel it when she kiss me, she don't sleep 'til I get home
[02:51.32] And she don't like me in the city
[02:52.76] Restless nights in penitentiaries
[02:54.24] I paint a picture and ain't none of it pretty
[02:56.41] Police still shooting niggas but I ain't scared of shit
[02:59.21] It's hostile out here as everyone have a bone to pick
[03:02.17] I look my granddad in his eyes and said I'll be home at 6
[03:05.05] To get to my bus I gotta walk pass the thugs on the corner
[03:07.81] And even if they know me, they gon' try me like some fucking foreigner
[03:10.96] Flashing a dime pack, yelling good loud, good loud
[03:13.28] They do this every day and I tell 'em I don't smoke, shit
[03:16.52] My best friend from when I was eleven posted with the weapon
[03:19.24] Acting like he do not see me stepping to their section
[03:21.96] We used to hoop daily and treat it like a profession
[03:25.01] And now I'm walking by him like I'm some type of pedestrian
[03:27.89] I went to private school with most of these guys
[03:30.01] But ultimately I'm the only one who tried omitting the crime
[03:33.61] I turned the corner with caution and approached Austin
[03:35.57] I walked to the cornerstore
[03:37.01] There I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
[03:39.88] I just wanted them 50s and juicy crunchy curls
[03:42.81] I just wanted a little hoopty in case that train derail
[03:45.60] I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm late as hell
[03:48.37] That block a monster, hope you save yourself
[03:50.69] Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
[03:54.65] Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
[03:57.53] Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
[04:00.21] And talking to my brother every week from
[04:02.21] Off that prison phone, may never come home
[04:04.53] I need to escape now, now
[04:10.76]
[00:11.92] And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
[00:14.91] Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
[00:17.83] Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
[00:20.60] And talking to my brother every week from
[00:22.43] Off that prison phone, may never come home
[00:24.59] But black son gone hood rich from a broke home
[00:27.24] Judge us by our skin tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn
[00:30.23] I remember finding that revolver, I was looking through my closet
[00:33.28] Try'n to find my remote control car charger
[00:35.48] Wish I knew then, things I knew now but how it goes down
[00:38.91] Aimed it at my head and make a gun sound, ain't that a bitch?
[00:41.71] Adolescence ducking opposition, don't get too attached
[00:44.35] We made it through too much and ain't no looking back
[00:46.63] And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to
[00:48.64] These bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
[00:50.39] I melt them all cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
[00:53.30] It's off the wall, yeah I'll stand it
[00:54.99] Had a dream I was stabbed and I woke up screaming and gasping
[00:58.02] In the studio jamming, listening to Thelo Piece
[01:00.74] Ain't no religion, shit, Chiraq look like the Middle East
[01:03.65] And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to bother
[01:06.42] Arguing with they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers
[01:09.38] Release day 2050, he'll never meet his daughter
[01:12.22] And drugs left mothers but a mirror of themselves
[01:14.27] Look in the mirror and see myself
[01:15.75] Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled
[01:18.67] Heaven prolly resemble hell, when every day is jail
[01:21.35] I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
[01:24.35] Making college tuition, flippin' a hundred chickens
[01:27.31] Now up in the corners where killers used to inhabit
[01:29.60] They built a row of new condos where they tore up project buildings
[01:32.96] Raised by the movers and shakers and life takers
[01:35.84] Proper preparation, prepare for where life takes us
[01:38.79] Blame it on the family structure, ask the news anchor
[01:41.24] But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour
[01:44.37] And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
[01:47.48] Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
[01:50.37] Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
[01:53.10] And talking to my brother every week from
[01:54.86] Off that prison phone, may never come home
[02:16.22] I used to dream I was from somewhere else
[02:20.65] Cause I didn't wanna go home
[02:27.18] Found myself at the cornerstore, cornered in, all alone
[02:29.65] I left my house this morning with the intent of returning
[02:32.44] The last thing that I heard was the news of a murder
[02:34.72] That wasn't more than a couple blocks from where I rest my head
[02:37.44] But I'm certain that it was a stranger
[02:39.01] That's how I detach myself from the situation
[02:41.84] My grandma asked if I had everything for school
[02:44.04] It seem like she growing more
[02:45.16] Overprotective as I get older, she lost both of her sons
[02:48.48] And I can feel it when she kiss me, she don't sleep 'til I get home
[02:51.32] And she don't like me in the city
[02:52.76] Restless nights in penitentiaries
[02:54.24] I paint a picture and ain't none of it pretty
[02:56.41] Police still shooting niggas but I ain't scared of shit
[02:59.21] It's hostile out here as everyone have a bone to pick
[03:02.17] I look my granddad in his eyes and said I'll be home at 6
[03:05.05] To get to my bus I gotta walk pass the thugs on the corner
[03:07.81] And even if they know me, they gon' try me like some fucking foreigner
[03:10.96] Flashing a dime pack, yelling good loud, good loud
[03:13.28] They do this every day and I tell 'em I don't smoke, shit
[03:16.52] My best friend from when I was eleven posted with the weapon
[03:19.24] Acting like he do not see me stepping to their section
[03:21.96] We used to hoop daily and treat it like a profession
[03:25.01] And now I'm walking by him like I'm some type of pedestrian
[03:27.89] I went to private school with most of these guys
[03:30.01] But ultimately I'm the only one who tried omitting the crime
[03:33.61] I turned the corner with caution and approached Austin
[03:35.57] I walked to the cornerstore
[03:37.01] There I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
[03:39.88] I just wanted them 50s and juicy crunchy curls
[03:42.81] I just wanted a little hoopty in case that train derail
[03:45.60] I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm late as hell
[03:48.37] That block a monster, hope you save yourself
[03:50.69] Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
[03:54.65] Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
[03:57.53] Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
[04:00.21] And talking to my brother every week from
[04:02.21] Off that prison phone, may never come home
[04:04.53] I need to escape now, now
[04:10.76]