The Cornerstore

[Intro] Kendrick fall though like "thoop thoop", we come through like "who you"? [Verse 1] Posted on the block making memories No sag in my jeans I was a different breed Still am what your favorite rapper not Sometimes I tell the truth, sometimes I tell the plot Young boy fall through, wavy hair with naps I mean a young boy fall through, eating all your snacks like Kraps I mean, I'm tryna roll the dice and do numbers like Craps Say your homebody raps, I bet that nigga still trash 'Cus even if he signed I can take a line that he probably thought he had hang time Tie it round his neck, yeah thats disrespect Nigga roll through, keep your hoes in check Schoolboy Biggie, roll through with that $aucehouse and that UpNext Tryna holler at the chicks that barely know me Stay cheesing, pimp game macaroni You buy expensive kicks, dumb hoes think you got money Young nigga why you stuntin', niggas who you fooling You know you borrowed that for the week on some school shit Need to repent for your foolishness in the pool pit Preacher step out, we rob his house He in a Beamer and a Bentley, ain't tryna praise God His wife look like Mariah, she could still get the deezus Always talking smack with them gums, my cousin Diesel Never scared to pop off on them drums And you know I need this, loud pack to my lungs Please excuse religion TYG wanted out, I bought him back This for my high school niggas that's been on since day one And I be making blue magic, him niggas be flake caking Fluke nigga get on through, but leave your woman behind you Ass thick like a Jamaican, and these truths that I'm staging Will leave your 3 faces exposed to greatness [Hook] This here make a nigga diss when I ride Turn up, pop this, in your ride Tell me where them girls with them thick ol' thighs That can pop it for a nigga when I kick it for the night Sip champagne, smoke good tree, sip champagne, smoke good tree, sip champagne, sip champagne (repeat) [Verse 2] How you feel about.... coming home with a..... jigga for the night Tell your girl to hit the lights, and I know your man won't talk 'cus he scared that I might fight Dick rider go and hop up off my lick Even though I'm living good, got my brothers on the block And its scary 'cus they just might never stop Until the sad day that they all go and get popped Remember back when we used to run from the cops I was probably like 6, but lookout was my job We dipped like A$AP but we wasn't no mob Just some inner city kids that couldn't get out our problems Looking for the ho who might slob on my knob With ratchet tastes and ate corn on the cob You can blow to this, man i swear on Bob You can blow this face, man i swear on Bob I'm from where niggas turn like the season leaves And they're hearts be brick, like them winter streets I'd like to thank moms, we never had to wonder what we might eat That's why, when she got locked up, it was so bittersweet And from that moment I told myself I was gon' eat, so kick rocks in this mughfuckah And watch me pop in this mughfuckah, Oh you droppin tops in this mughfuckah Tryna be different, you just the same as them other lame game mughfuckahs [Hook] [Verse 3: Mainey] Last night I was too gone I was too faded Don't know how I got home But I made it And I can't find my phone But I feel it vibrating Shots of patron, had me in the zone Had me so wasted, intoxicated I, show you whats celebrating They old news, we upgrading I know they hating, I know they hating Where you so basic, I'm complicated I'm too turnt at this party, my niggas pop no molly's Do they have my back yeah, probably, cus I got those racks like Gotti