TOKiMONSTA - The Corner Store lyrics

[Verse 1: JOHN.average] This is that corner store rhetoric, ever since round eleven I knew that my verbal eloquence superseded most veterans In the A, where the gulliest of the players play This is Ace of Spades, I'm turning heads in a major way So I guess it's safe to say, not only is the trap back Word to Gucci, them backpackers dun saved the day But it's whatever, won't catch me waiting for accolades Tracks still bumping like "n***a where is yo aftershave?" Born in that Stumptown, throw it up for Slumville Snellvegas, leave craters when tokin guns still Rev Run ill, still nappy headed as ever And as clever as Fran Drescher, sonning n***as forever And he would never, halt like a freight train Got the bark of a Great Dane and the bite..of an AK I spit that wonder rhyme, influences under I'm Tightening my loose ends like fat girls in the summertime Ready to blow like I'm under mines, yet they undermine my thunder-chime Quote me, better yet underline My title, you could never rival in the New.South I'm boutta purchase a bible and preach to dudes bout How you really shouldn't act tough if you ain't From The'Ville but my Heads still buck for the bank Got enough in the tank to fuel my ambition While the competition got no drive like broken transmission Hol up, transition They banging, we pitching Satchel Paige when I black ball them frauds tryna gain entrance Into my circle of winners, Smoking on Cali splinters Kept a n***a warm through them relentless Georgia Decembers Working no days off, till they put the crown on him Make sure my fam eating good like going down on Kim Don't that sound like him? The blind prophet A dream chaser just tryna make a living off it And I promise... I'll always rep for the ordinary Samaritan Laugh at me, I ain't carin man I'm just hoping they hear it damn I'm unsung, mentality of a cold gun Spitting round at the industry then I smoke one My flow B.I.G, Heart Pac, Soul Pun I seen the future, been running with it since 01 I dropped Snacks and they ate up now you mad But it's sad, In the process lost everything I had My girl, my sanity, a relationship with my Dad And you've still got the nerve to try and charge to collab? Fake stars but they ga**ed up, off that premium My sh** leave n***a's breathless like Asthma I ain't mad bruh One time for my n***as, One time for The'Ville One time for the doubters who didn't think this was real One time for the broads that sweat me for my appeal And let one more fly for this 58 that I k**ed Be Chill~ [Outro] Yeah, I told em be chill It's Doobie Snacks right? The Corner Store And once more, It's food for thought right?