CyHi Da Prynce - Round The Corner текст песни

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feat. Trae Tha Truth

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

That's where I sold my first sack
Where mamas get they purse snatched and niggas get they dirt naps
They merk rats, church slacks, hearse slacks
You either jack or serve packs, standing on this curb, black
But I was just a selling herb cat
Drove some work to Texas, dropped it off and caught the bird back
That's why my nerves bad, 'cause I've been shot at
Bitch, I'm like a pan 'cause I'm always where the pot at
Never sold no yams, but I know some niggas that buy that
Like a marine through Decatur, bet some paper he'll fly back
To Iraq
I'll see a stack off a pound, that's an …
I hope you niggas got that
I'm from Atlanta, boy, everybody got gas
Run off in your trap and make everybody lie flat
The same place you supply at be the same place you die at
A lot of my homies never made it to where I'm at 'cause

Some niggas sold weed, some niggas sold hard
Some of my folks robbed and we stole cars
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
From my neighborhood
I hit my first blunt, I fucked my first broad
This is where I hit my first lick and caught my first charge
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

Same place I got my first stripes at
Murderville, get your whole life jacked
Teach you how to turn money to a white pack
Hit the penitentiary and come right back
Fuck up and get your whole dope knocked off
Same block fat, head got chopped off
Same niggas that you played with back then
I fill you up with the bullets from a sawed-off
See me, I ain't fuck with them niggas
I learned from my brother that got hit with life
Around the same time that my niggas got murdered
The same week I went to a funeral twice
I caught hell in the worst of ways
I'm in the game making perfect plays
The block flood, I'll surf for days

Drought time, it was thirst for days
I'm in the hood in my first pair of Jordan's
Flyer than a plane, you could tell if I was boardin'
Bitches watchin' a nigga like somethin' they recorded
Bricks all in the garage like I was hoarding
It was murder like 48 Hours
Truth got filleted like 48 salmons
They told me ain't nothing like a nigga who's broke
So I'm tryna get to the money to stack like towers

Some niggas sold weed, some niggas sold hard
Some of my folks robbed and we stole cars
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
From my neighborhood
I hit my first blunt, I fucked my first broad
This is where I hit my first lick and caught my first charge
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

We was supposed to be playing football
How I end up with all the niggas that cook raw?
'Cause when the hood call you can't press ignore
Now you got your pistol stashed in your dresser drawer
Prepare for war, shorty, I was never poor
But my mama and my daddy couldn't afford a pair of Jordans
So I went around the corner, got an ounce of marijuana
Had … in the chokehold, had stone mountain in a coma
And we got them pounds if you want 'em
Shop with me, my green is stronger
Back when I had that green Daytona
Or that blue Monte Carlo, had my foot on the throttle
Extended clip in my chopper holds like 200 hollows
Met some dudes from Chicago, Larry Hoover, they follow
They motto is when you move it make sure you looking for potholes
And they some real killers knock the meat out your taco
They did business with Pablo I'm used to that avocado

Some niggas sold weed, some niggas sold hard
Some of my folks robbed and we stole cars
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
From my neighborhood
I hit my first blunt, I fucked my first broad
This is where I hit my first lick and caught my first charge
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner
We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

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