Street Corner S**t

[Intro] Uh...Street corner shit The real Yeah street corner shit Yeah Project City For all my blunt smoking niggas yeah [Verse 1] Ugh They call me Gomar Oz, Dubar and Inshallah I hope to see tomorrow Wickedness that we involved These chickens saddle on and niggas tattle on And send they niggas up river and now they paddles gone Young and hard headed My niggas Capricorn Animated Pixar when the heckler drawn Yeah we out the hood but we far from it So when you see the cloud you know the storm coming My nigga fresh out and down to get it live And standing on his head, he did his six to nine He kept his mouth closed, you know the G code And behind them walls is where the weak exposed Yeah I speak in code, the wise analyze it Those that really live this Y’all niggas fantasizing and pantomiming Shit we hands on and we master anything we get our hands on [Hook] That street corner shit 4 in the morning shit Loaded lamas roll the scama Keep the drama lit You know the hustle For this money nigga I’m a get And keep it live On my street corner shit [Verse 2] Ugh This hood alchemy six floor apartment C Building 45 every word certified You niggas instagramming and taking flicks My niggas intsta gramming,scaling flake baking bricks No bacon bits, that’s non cipher Last of a dying breed ain’t many likes Not many like us but respect shown I bag two birds feed ‘em this dick of stone That’s hard pipe and hard white And if they swallow then they our type I’m talking reckless so pardon self 'Cause for that power U, niggas lose the God in self Y’all rest havens, you niggas fall in love And while you chasing them they chasing us They got you playing poppa and make you watch the kids We playing carousel all my niggas get a spin [Hook 2] That street corner shit 4 in the morning shit Loaded lamas roll the scama Keep the drama lit You know the hustle For this money nigga I’m a get And all the killers and the thieves We surrounded with That street corner shit 4 in the morning shit Loaded lamas roll the scama Keep the drama lit You know the hustle Nigga all this money I’m a get And keep it live On my street corner shit [Verse 3] Ugh ugh So either you the victim or you the culprit You pull the strings or you the puppet Pinocchio or Gepetto with the metal So either your name echos or quiet inside the ghetto It’s no surrender and no retreat Ain’t no concessions and no defeat So what you live for Is what you die for And only for the life of your seeds you would lie for That’s hood shit and proper etiquette We all got our vices in life in search of sedatives So smoke away the pain and try to numb it out And niggas trick cash flaunting with they hunnids out They all gaudy 'till they take shots From that Mossberg stainless cal .40 So when the block talk, I advise you listen Could either pay the price or just pay attention [Hook] That street corner shit 4 in the morning shit Loaded lamas roll the scama Keep the drama lit You know the hustle For this money nigga i’m a get And keep it live On my street corner shit