The Corner

Lyrics for The Corner

Until we settle up with Omar, I think it's best we suspend these meets If anybody got a problem with me or with N O.R.E., bring it to me, we'll sit on that shit Those of you on the Westside who need to re-up, find a nigga up in Mo You won't have this problem again On the Eastside, Gs, one more thing, put the price of the brick on it He used to be an athlete and now he ask His connect, "Could he hold a kilo?" Craig threw him a brick, then he bought a pole for the Debo My nigga played the bench with the heat like he Oladipo A street tale, you never catch him slippin' like he Ezal The devil wears Prada, can smell the designer burnin' The prices is too good to be true so you gotta curve 'em My scamming niggas next day slips to acquire earnings So they taught me how to keep banks shootin' like higher learnin' 40K off iPhones, so what's your credit score? Pocket watchin', that's some shit that you get debted for Spend a little, save a lot just been my repertoire 'Cause bein' broke is such a joke and I ain't Kevin Hart I just threw eleven months of rent on a bitch off Henny and Starlets Spicy rigatoni, Carbon with Benny in Harlem Paint a picture with these lyrics like a Van Gogh flick I tried to tell you I was made for this soprano shit, nigga I don't wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill All we really had was just a dollar and a dream And now we got a pocket full of guala and a fiend, look How much you really want success? Say, would you slave for it? Catch a body, get a shovel, dig a grave for it? If it cost your reputation, would you pay for it? And if you got it, but you lost it, was you made for it? Huh Seven figure hustle, now this a life we could toast to Real street shit, got my best advice from a smoker 'Bout to hit the studio, in my own shit, gettin' chauffeured A dead president, that's the only one I'ma vote for Royal Oak for Wafi, yeah, I paid that shit Maybach whip, it's somethin' I got payback with And we don't like the opps' music, you better save that shit We shoot this motherfucker up if they play that shit Grindin', it's hard to sleep, that paper gave me insomnia If you don't work, then you ain't eatin', I got a job for you I was on the low, y'all haters made me this popular If I treat you like a bitch, that's probably what you remind me of Got my first whip off of white stones at sixteen No license, had to ride my bike home Then a nigga got knocked for pitchin' out the strike zone Patience, that's a life code, you learn it, you be ice cold It's Butch I don't wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill All we really had was just a dollar and a dream And now we got a pocket full of guala and a fiend, look How much you really want success? Say, would you slave for it? Catch a body, get a shovel, dig a grave for it? If it cost your reputation, would you pay for it? And if you got it, but you lost it, was you made for it? Huh