Corner Stories ft. Michael Da Vinci

(Verse 1: TUT) Crackhead sitting on the corner - looking like he might be in need Wondering if you could give him a little bit of cheese For another crack rock and a little McDee’s Oh, he gon’ get it Remember sitting in my uncle kitchen, I was 8 though Whippin up a lil something for the pesos I was making pyramids out of legos He was making sure his daughter n them was straight though Screaming mother fuck a cop, carl winslow Louie colors with the motherfuckin tint, ho Ran the trap like a gahdamn drive through Slanging crack out the motherfuckin window And a drive through, nigga gotta get bread By any means my nigga Mother fuck feds, let’s get this cheese my nigga Until we all fed - he started out with 9 niggas now they all dead And the choir sings (Hook) Da da da daaaaa daaaaaa da da da da (Verse 2: TUT) Young nigga posted on the corner Posted with a pocket full of trees See this shit cost a dub it ain't got no sticks or seeds And I can’t fuck with you if you ain't got the fees Oh Imma get it Nigga lets get lifted We can get high tonight And we gone jack that nigga that was flossin right? Didn’t have no gun it was hard that night Tried to jack a motherfucker with a army knife I gotta lay low Made a trip up to the boro cause the ends low I’m on the interstate with 10.5 Damn (whoop whoop) There go Carl Winslow Niggas ask me how im doing Shit im fucked up But I still found a way to get the bucks up Me and Rob in the place with our cups up I’m in ya girlfriend still tryna get a nut up Sheesh (Hook) (Verse 3: Michael Da Vinci [TUT]) [Crackhead standing on the corner Night time staring at the trees] Feigning for a rock, she was over 6’3 Sharing dirty needles, arm looks so diseased Lil kids run to the house in the driveway Tarnished last game of hide and seek 1-2-3 smell the fumes from the weed That the old heads lit down the street - got a nose for the seeds High so good swear it’s all that she need Should’ve past a week ago - shareek sheesh Can I get a dolla' from a fiend Up and down the street Walking looking at the heaps of the smoke from the porch The last little bit of Mike Da Vinci’s verse… Look sexy to its schmit Tryna reach the pyramid, slave for the queen Niggas life of queens playing pricks in Corvettes Fast lining, purple rain hoes make them right (Hook)