Cornerstore(feat. Saba & the Mind) (Explicit) - Joey Purp/Saba/The Mind

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 n**gas

Who ain't here no more

And talking to my brother every week from off

That prison phone may never come home

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 b**ch

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 b**ches

And b**ch n**gas 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 sh*t 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 a row of new condos

Where they tore up project buildings

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

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 n**gas who ain't here no more

And talking to my brother every week from off

That prison phone may never come home

Lalalalalow

Lalalalalow

Yeah yeah

Lalalalalow hmmm

I used to dream I was from somewhere else

Somewhere somewhere

Sun didn't wanna go

Ohhh

Found myself at the cornerstore cornerstore

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 n**gas but

I ain't scared of sh*t

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 f**king 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 sh*t

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 a monster hope you save yourself

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 n**gas who ain't here no more

And talking to my brother every week from off

That prison phone may never come home

I need to escape now now

Now now now