Trae Tha Truth - Round Da Corner lyrics

[Intro x2] We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce] That's where I sold my first sack Where mama's get they purse snatched and n***as get they dirt naps They merk rats, church slacks, hearse 'Lacs You either jack or serve packs, standin' on this curb, black But I was just a sellin' herb cat Drove some work to Texas, dropped it off and caught the bird back That's why my nerves bad – ‘cause I've been shot at b**h, I'm like a pan ‘cause I'm always where the pot at Never sold no yams, but I know some n***as that buy that Like a marine through Decatur, bet some paper he'll fly back To Iraq I'll see a stack off a pound, that's a iRack I hope you n***as got that I'm from Atlanta, boy, everybody got gats Run up in your trap and make everybody lie flat The same place you supply at, be the same place you die at A lot of my homies never made it to where I'm at, ‘cause [Hook] Some n***as sold weed, some n***as sold hard Some of my folks robbed and we stole cars We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner I hit my first blunt, I f**ed my first broad This is where I hit my first lick and caught my first charge We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner [Verse 2: Trae The Truth] Same place I got my first stripes at Murderville, get your whole life jacked Teach you hot to turn money to a white pack Hit the penitentiary and come right back f** up and get your whole dope knocked off Same block fat, head got chopped off Same n***as that you played with back then Will fill you up with the bullets from a sawed-off Se me, I ain't f** with them n***as I learned from my brother that got hit with life Around the same time that my n***as got murdered The same week I went to a funeral twice I caught Hell in the worst of ways I'm in the game makin' perfect plays The block flood, I'll surf for days Drought time, it was thirst for days I'm in the hood in my first pair of Jordan's Flyer than a plane, you could tell if I was boardin' b**hes watchin' a n***a like somethin' they recorded Bricks all in the garage like I was hoardin' It was murder like 48 Hours Truth got filleted like 48 salmons They told me “ain't nothin' like a n***a who's broke” So I'm tryna get to the money to stack like towers [Hook] [Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce] We was supposed to be playin' football How'd I end up with all the n***as that cook raw? ‘Cause when the hood call, you can't press ignore Now you got your pistol stashed in your dresser drawer Prepare for war, shorty, I was never poor But my mama and my daddy couldn't afford a pair of Jordans So I went around the corner, got an ounce of marijuana Had Lithonia in the chokehold, had Stone Mountain in a coma And we got them pounds if you want ‘em Shop with me, my green is stronger Back when I had that green Daytona Or that blue Monte Carlo, had my foot on the throttle Just got a .223 and bought like 200 hollows Met some dudes from Chicago, Larry Hoover, they follow They motto is “when you move it, make sure you lookin' for potholes” Not the cheese and the nachos I'm used to that avocado Felt like Agusto the way I was ducking the 5-0 [Hook]