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Cornerstore
Joey Purp

[Hook]

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

[Verse 1]

But black son gone hood rich from a broke home

Judges biased 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'm out the mall cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?

It's off the wall, yeah I'll stand it

Had a dream I wasn't stacking, I woke up screaming and gasping

In the studio jamming, listening to Deelo Peace

And 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 trust that mothers bought a mirror at himself, look in the mirror and see myself

Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled

Every problem 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 up the new condos, that's what our project building

Raised by the movers and shakers and life takers

Proper preparation, prepare for where life take us

Blame it on the family structure, that's the news anchor

But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour

[Hook]

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

[Bridge: TheMIND]

I used to dream I was from somewhere else

Somewhere [the sun don't?] wanna go

Found myself at the corner

I'm gonna [go?] for the cornerstore

[Verse 2: Saba (Joey Purp)]

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

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

(Grant it's nice in penitentiaries, I paint a picture that none of you get

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

Flash in the die pack, yelling good now, good now

They do this every day and I tell 'em that I don't smoke shit

My best friend from when I was 11 posted with the weapon

Acting like he do not see me stepping to they 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 approach as I walked to the cornerstore

There I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it

I just wanted them 50s, 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 and monster hoping they can make a sale

[Hook]

Yeah and I remember flaming 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

[Outro]

I need to escape now, now


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