Intro

Lyrics

[Interlude: [?] & Don Q] [?]: This feels important, it feels monumental. We like coming up on, I mean right now, this is Corner Stories Don Q: Yeah, this is it right here Corner Stories nigga, show you where I really come from, ya dig! You won't really understand what I'm really talkin' 'bout, you have to really be there and really witness some of the shit I'm really sayin' Can't make this shit up nigga! Word [Verse] Stories on the corner as I roll my marijuana Suburb homeowner I still know the coke aroma I remember Motorola, couldn't afford minutes Had Honda Accord visions, now we flossin' gold pendants It's a blessing when you make it as far as we came You a legend when they respect it and honor your name Deeper than the music, they gossip but I don't feed into it Gotta keep it movin', don't believe you 'til they see you do it Tried to throw me in a tight spot but I was squeezin' through it Comin' out without a scratch on me and my heaters shootin' (Paw paw paw) They fallin' off but we keep improvin' (Keep improvin') Yeah, I went to school and called my teacher stupid I got 30 niggas tryna do me in, hoes tryna move me in Pursue me and just sue me, for my jewelry and the Cuban Drop top bluish Benz remember 2 for 10 We was gettin' to it then Tryna run through them bands Hooligans, now they wanna know what type [?] Poppin' perkies and roofies depend on the kind of movies Coke lines give you goosebumps My nigga kept a loaded .9 in his coupe trunk Paranoia, so he ridin' with his roof up On feet, 2-5 in his boot tucked It's protocol he lived so he think he know it all He go to war with a vest and a .44 Couple of friends they was all goons To a big house put they started in a small room I played the bleachers but I knew that I would ball soon She never hit me back but I knew she would call soon Now when you facetime you make sure that you call nude Stacking while it's cold just to blow it all in June On guns and more jewels, nigga [Interlude: Don Q] I hope you appreciate what I gave y'all man, fo' real, shit came from the heart. A lot of shit we did we didn't really want to, we just had to do it, you know. Like, since elementary school my momma would send me out with $5, that was 'til high school, nigga. Couldn't really stress her about it nigga, I had to make my own decisions. We had to adapt. It was either that or starve, [I] couldn't starve. Just a product of my environment, what they made me, can't blame me. Yeah!