Fetti Cash - Corners lyrics

(Awww man, Nit Lo yeaa yeaa ruff town music fetti I told I got you man) (Verse): Nit Lo I love these streets and going hard over beats Duffle bag fulla guns moving in a G wa son Peep how I murder the game the 40 cal murder you lames N*ggas change up like the weather, under pressure never Comfortable in my skin a good mix like juice and gin I can't lose I'ma win yall pretend to be k**ers We at the round table planning your d**h over dinner Nit lo is a patron sipper, mad love n*gga You talking bout that cash then I'm all in n*gga B*tches f*ck me, homies grip up with me I'ma warn ya if you looking for me I be on the corner Right next to Jolie's rest in peace little jolie Wish you did what I did when OGs tried to school me But your pops holding it down, we up in ruff town Still gripping the gun, its nit lo....one! (chorus 2x): Since I been on that brickstack ishhh I've been sitting back stacking them brickstack chips In the streets they heard of them brickstack hits And how I be making all of them quick fast flips (Verse 2): Fetti Cash I'm bout that paper man, haters be hating man So go head and get a grip I slipped and fell But I'm so back (word) homie its a wrap You want the bloody war heres the beast from bloody raw You wanna see my claws or that forty four Bull dog jump off, don't get crossed By that switch blade, you fish bate So I guess you was the worm, one of soldiers confirm That you was a germ, and infant born from rotten s**m I watched and learned sat back and blew trees till my eyes blead Plus I heard from a little birdie, that these f*ckers really wanna test me Then shots gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns don't be playing around Now its murder, d**h k** 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 pain Oozing thru these verses thats why my vocals strain Straight from the soil concrete rough terrain Was standing next to rick I seen him get splattered brains But when it comes to focus its hard to maintain Dealing with k**ers who life have no remorse of shame Many times I neal and ask god to forgive my sins But its hard when you selling d** sitting in a 6 benz Sleep is the cousin of d**h, envy's the brother of hate So I keep them both close and let the toast spray My where abouts in the slums be unknown Cause being broke make some of the softest cats Become violent prone Living conditions close to (*****) I thank eric b for giving me hope he was the first black president Came in the door, on the waist the four in the crib with pepsi Cutting up that white raw, in the mean time in between studio time I was heavy on the block pushing slabs of dimes All of my real cats from the five and the K Pushing grams of white please stay out the cops way And I ain't gotta name no names that real know how ya boy Kept a job and pushed pills on the low Never floss for show and suppress all the goodies It don't mean you a criminal when you wearing a hoodie I don't hold a grudge but how he get an a**ault with a gun charge Moms an attorney his pops is a judge huh!! The bigger the cap the bigger the peeling Treat your dome like a retractable roof, drop your ceiling You don't like me and I don't like you Now that we got that out the way, the feeling is mutual Respect close to real you don't care about the slums Put up a front like you tryna get rid of all the guns, nah homie I'm about to raise the bar homie, cause this time yall done went to far homie Its gun play the fights cause even the realest cats cry at night When that C.O say lights out I'm not a lifer but I had felony thoughts on how to get this money And stay the hell up out of court, its a sport with true to life G's We ride for it by any means we side down to ride G