Corner Store (feat. Shyheim Nwadiei & Sneak The Poet)

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