CORNERSTORE

Lyrics

[Chorus: Joey Purp] Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickel dros Dime rocks and nickel blows from niggas who ain't here no more And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may never come home [Verse 1: Joey Purp] But black son gone hood rich from a broke home Judge us by our skin tone, no fightin' when it's guns drawn I remember findin' that revolver, I was lookin' through my closet Tryna 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 made a gun sound, ain't that a bitch? Adolescence duckin' 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 bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic I melt them all cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles? It's off the wall, they all standin' Had a dream I was stagnant, I woke up screamin' and gaspin' In the studio jammin', listenin' to Thelo Piece Ain't no religion, shit, Chiraq look like the Middle East And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to bother Arguin' with they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers Release day 2050, he'll never meet his daughter And drugs left mothers but a mirror of themselves, look in the mirror and see myself Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled Heaven probably 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 inhibit 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 takes us Blame it on the family structure, ask the news anchor But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour [Chorus: Joey Purp] Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickel dros Dime rocks and nickel blows from niggas who ain't here no more And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may never come home [Bridge: TheMIND] I used to dream I was from somewhere else Cause I didn't wanna go home By myself at the cornerstore, cornered in, all alone [Verse 2: Saba & Joey Purp] I left my house this morning with the intent of returnin' 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 it was a stranger, that's how I detach myself from the situation My grandma asked if I had everything for school It 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 Restless nights in penitentiaries, I paint the picture, ain't none of it pretty Police still shootin' niggas but I ain't scared of shit The shots fell out as if everyone have a bone to pick I look my granddad in his eyes, 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 fucking foreigner Flashing a dime pack, yelling "good loud, good loud" They do this every day and I tell 'em I don't smoke shit My best friend from when I was 11 posted with the weapon Acting like he do not see me stepping to their 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 approached Austin, walked to the cornerstore There I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it I just wanted a fifty, some juice and Crunchy Kurls I just want a lil' 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 it save itself, yeah [Chorus: Joey Purp] Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickel dros Dime rocks and nickel blows from niggas who ain't here no more And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may never come home [Outro] I need to escape now, now