Papoose - Corner Store lyrics

It's gettin real cold outside Im bouta make this a cold winter All my corner store n**uhs My heart is pure N.o.t. banger I stand in front of the corner store Ran into n**uhs I done robbed before Wearin the sh** that I robbed em for I ain't even feel alarmed at all My heart is pure I hustle in fronta the corner store I move yay, soft, hard, and all My man mom sniff bombs of raw I never sold to his moms before My heart is pure Ya catch me slippin by the corner store You want some points? grab ya crons and score If it was me I woulda pushed off yours I respect the art of war My heart is pure This for my n***as by the corner store All for one, One for all, back on the wall I dont know why they coppin work Where they gon sell it? They can't hustle here What, I gotta spell it? Any objections? You n**is draw weapons Cause I got a fetish For leavin flesh reddish When I told em I wasn't energetic I calmly put the bug in his ear What I gotta yell it? You n***as hard headed I feel disrespected n**is don't believe sh** stink til they smell it When you got some nice j**els And n***as come debted You say they hatin on you That sh** sound pathetic I listen when yall talk All you rappers said it Yall wanna know the truth Well ima bout to tell it When a n***a strait p**y He can't rock a necklace He dont deserve that I ain't talkin reckless Thats a honor in the hood Ain't nobody jealous If he a bird then pluck his feathers Back in the days only the kings wore gold They wore it til they perished If we dont cherish that What the f** we gon cherish Its a time when you gotta ill out quick But its a time when you gotta be on some chill out sh** n**is told you to chill Take a look at the big picture You dont want to chill You want to be a gorilla Everybody chillen They just tryin get skrilla You dont wanna chill You wanna be a ice grilla You just chill out You probably get rich quicker Instead wit yo gun Cause you ain't got no chin k**a Really need to chill out b**h n**uh hit you right in ya chin and make you chill Thats what I call a chinchilla Papoose Im a star like the big dipper Thats why Im a 45th gripper Rappers livin in denial You dont wanna admit Im the king b**h You denyin the truth Bow to ya defeat prick You lies makin me seasick Stop livin in denial Da nile is a river in egypt Find me in the corner store eatin some sweet sh** Crack the door Spit out the sunflower seeds quick Papi on the phone tryin snitch and I peeped it He just started workin here He a complete snitch This n***a think he slick I smack papi over the counter Dropped all the super bubbles and beef sticks n***as tellin me I need to dead my beef quick I laughed at em Yall some funny cats like heathcliff Talk that dead the beef sh** Whay would I dead the beef When I can dead the n**uhs I got beef with Im just gettin started This just the preliminary I redefine nice Im a physical dictionary Write the stages of my mission on my itinerary My mission is to conquer this game Im a missionary I got this locked down Ya freedom is temporary I imprison and envision the visionary I place rappers in the cemetary So if I put ya name in my verse Welcome to the obituary Out for dead presidents you n***as hear me So I go to war for the president just like the military Baybridge Hold Down Ya Corner Store Bed-Stuy Hold Down Ya Corner Store Thug-a-cation Hold Down Ya corner Store This cat loose, Papoose, My Heart Is Pure