TUT - Corner Stories

feat. Michael Da Vinci


Crack head sitting on the corner
Looking like he might be in need
Wondering if you can give them a little bit of cheese
For another crack rocking a little mickey d's oh, he gonna get it
Remember sitting in my uncle's kitchen I was 8 though
Whippin' up a little something for them pesos
I was making pyramids out of legos
He was making sure his daughter then we're straight though
Screaming motherfucker cock the car wins low
Louie pellers with the motherfucking tier hole
Ran the trap like a goddamn drive through
Slanging crack at the motherfucking window
And the drive through nigga gotta get bread
By any means my nigga, motherfuck fans
We get the cheese my nigga, till we all fed
Started out with 9 niggas and they all dead

And the choir sings
Young nigga posted on the corner
Posted with a pocket full of trees
See the shit cost a dub, he ain't got no 6 or c's
And I can't fuck with you, if you ain't got the f shit
I'ma get it, nigga let's get lifted
We can get high tonight
And we gonna jack that nigga that was flossing, right?
Yeah, no gun, it was hard tonight
Try to jack a motherfucker with an army knife
I gotta lay low, made a triple to the barrel 'cause the ends low
I'm on the interstate with 10.5, damn
There go Carl Winslow
Niggas ask me how I'm doing, said I'm fucked up
But I still find the way to get them bucks up
Mean I'll rob in the place when the cops up
I'm in your girlfriend still tryina get a night op

Crack head standing on the corner
Night time staring at the trees
Fiending for a rock, she was of assist 3
Sharing dirty needles arm look so diseased
Little kids run to the house in the driveway
Turn this last game of hide and seek
1, 2, 3 smell the fumes from the weed
That the old hair's lit down the street got a nose for the ceased
High's so good, swears it's all that she needs
Should have passed a week ago to stay sherik
Shit, can I get a dollar for my feet
Up and down the street, walking, looking at the heat
For the smoke from the porch, look sexy to its schmit
Tryina reach the pyramid, slay for the queen
Niggas life of queens playing pricks in Corvettes
Fast lining, purple rain hoes make them right

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