Fetti Cash - Corners Lyrics
Corners(Awww man, Nit Loyeaa yeaaruff town musicfetti I toldI got you man)(Verse): Nit LoI love these streets and going hard over beatsDuffle bag fulla guns moving in a G wa sonPeep how I murder the game the 40 cal murder you lamesN*ggas change up like the weather, under pressure neverComfortable in my skin a good mix like juice and ginI can't lose I'ma win yall pretend to be killersWe at the round table planning your death over dinnerNit lo is a patron sipper, mad love n*ggaYou talking bout that cash then I'm all in n*ggaB*tches f*ck me, homies grip up with meI'ma warn ya if you looking for me I be on the cornerRight next to Jolie's rest in peace little jolieWish you did what I did when OGs tried to school meBut your pops holding it down, we up in ruff townStill gripping the gun, its nit lo....one!(chorus 2x):Since I been on that brickstack ishhhI've been sitting back stacking them brickstack chipsIn the streets they heard of them brickstack hitsAnd how I be making all of them quick fast flips(Verse 2): Fetti CashI'm bout that paper man, haters be hating manSo go head and get a grip I slipped and fellBut I'm so back (word) homie its a wrapYou want the bloody war heres the beast from bloody rawYou wanna see my claws or that forty fourBull dog jump off, don't get crossedBy that switch blade, you fish bateSo I guess you was the worm, one of soldiers confirmThat you was a germ, and infant born from rotten spermI watched and learned sat back and blew trees till my eyes bleadPlus I heard from a little birdie, that these f*ckers really wanna test meThen shots gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns don't be playing aroundNow its murder, death kill I ain't playing around I bet I'm laying you down f*ckers(chorus 2x)(Verse 3): Mark Will(mark will....I need my blocks back, know what I mean, I need my corners)I made it fore this is a lifetime of painOozing thru these verses thats why my vocals strainStraight from the soil concrete rough terrainWas standing next to rick I seen him get splattered brainsBut when it comes to focus its hard to maintainDealing with killers who life have no remorse of shameMany times I neal and ask god to forgive my sinsBut its hard when you selling drugs sitting in a 6 benzSleep is the cousin of death, envy's the brother of hateSo I keep them both close and let the toast sprayMy where abouts in the slums be unknownCause being broke make some of the softest catsBecome violent proneLiving conditions close to (*****)I thank eric b for giving me hope he was the first black presidentCame in the door, on the waist the four in the crib with pepsiCutting up that white raw, in the mean time in between studio timeI was heavy on the block pushing slabs of dimesAll of my real cats from the five and the KPushing grams of white please stay out the cops wayAnd I ain't gotta name no names that real know how ya boyKept a job and pushed pills on the lowNever floss for show and suppress all the goodiesIt don't mean you a criminal when you wearing a hoodieI don't hold a grudge but how he get an assault with a gun chargeMoms an attorney his pops is a judge huh!!The bigger the cap the bigger the peelingTreat your dome like a retractable roof, drop your ceilingYou don't like me and I don't like youNow that we got that out the way, the feeling is mutualRespect close to real you don't care about the slumsPut up a front like you tryna get rid of all the guns, nah homieI'm about to raise the bar homie, cause this time yall done went to far homieIts gun play the fights cause even the realest cats cry at nightWhen that C.O say lights outI'm not a lifer but I had felony thoughts on how to get this moneyAnd stay the hell up out of court, its a sport with true to life G'sWe ride for it by any means we side down to ride G
