Saba - Cornerstore lyrics

[Hook] Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros Dime rocks and nickle blows from n***as who ain't here no more And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may never come home [Verse 1] But black son gone hood rich from a broke home Judges biased skin tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn I remember finding that revolver, I was looking through my closet Try'n to 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 make a gun sound, ain't that a b**h? Adolescence ducking 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 b**hes and b**h n***as, that's tragic I'm out the mall cause they plastic, why pa** the ball with my handles? It's off the wall, yeah I'll stand it Had a dream I wasn't stacking, I woke up screaming and gasping In the studio jamming, listening to Deelo Peace And no religion sh**, Chiraq look like the Middle East And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to bother Arguing with they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers Release day 2050, he'll never meet his daughter And trust that mothers bought a mirror at himself, look in the mirror and see myself Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled Every problem 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 k**ers used to inhabit They built up the new condos, that's what our project building Raised by the movers and shakers and life takers Proper preparation, prepare for where life take us Blame it on the family structure, that's the news anchor But the teacher only taught us excuses for our behaviour [Hook] And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros Dime rocks and nickle blows from n***as 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 Somewhere [the sun don't?] wanna go Found myself at the corner I'm gonna [go?] for the cornerstore [Verse 2: Saba (Joey Purp)] I left my house this morning with the intent of returning 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 that it was a stranger, that's how I detach myself from the situation My grandma asked if I had everything for school 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 (Grant it's nice in penitentiaries, I paint a picture that none of you get Police still shooting n***as but I ain't scared of sh**) It's hostile out here as everyone have a bone to pick I look my granddad in his eyes and said I'll be home at 6 To get to my bus I gotta walk pa** the thugs on the corner And even if they know me, they gon' try me like some f**ing foreigner Flash in the die pack, yelling good now, good now They do this every day and I tell 'em that I don't smoke sh** My best friend from when I was 11 posted with the weapon Acting like he do not see me stepping to they 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 approach as I walked to the cornerstore There I pa**ed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it I just wanted them 50s, juicy crunchy curls I just wanted a little hoopty in case that train derail I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm late as hell That block and monster hoping they can make a sale [Hook] Yeah and I remember flaming hots and cheese from out the cornerstore Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros Dime rocks and nickle blows from n***as 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