Tut - Corner Stories ft. Michael Da Vinci lyrics

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Tut - Corner Stories ft. Michael Da Vinci lyrics

(Verse 1: TUT) Crackhead sitting on the corner - looking like he might be in need Wondering if you could give him a little bit of cheese For another crack rock and a little McDee's Oh, he gon' get it Remember sitting in my uncle kitchen, I was 8 though Whippin up a lil something for the pesos I was making pyramids out of legos He was making sure his daughter n them was straight though Screaming mother f** a cop, carl winslow Louie colors with the motherf**in tint, ho Ran the trap like a gahdamn drive through Slanging crack out the motherf**in window And a drive through, n***a gotta get bread By any means my n***a Mother f** feds, let's get this cheese my n***a Until we all fed - he started out with 9 n***as now they all dead And the choir sings (Hook) Da da da daaaaa daaaaaa da da da da (Verse 2: TUT) Young n***a posted on the corner Posted with a pocket full of trees See this sh** cost a dub it ain't got no sticks or seeds And I can't f** with you if you ain't got the fees Oh Imma get it n***a lets get lifted We can get high tonight And we gone jack that n***a that was flossin right? Didn't have no gun it was hard that night Tried to jack a motherf**er with a army knife I gotta lay low Made a trip up to the boro cause the ends low I'm on the interstate with 10.5 Damn (whoop whoop) There go Carl Winslow n***as ask me how im doing sh** im f**ed up But I still found a way to get the bucks up Me and Rob in the place with our cups up I'm in ya girlfriend still tryna get a nut up Sheesh (Hook) (Verse 3: Michael Da Vinci [TUT]) [Crackhead standing on the corner Night time staring at the trees] Feigning for a rock, she was over 6'3 Sharing dirty needles, arm looks so diseased Lil kids run to the house in the driveway Tarnished last game of hide and seek 1-2-3 smell the fumes from the weed That the old heads lit down the street - got a nose for the seeds High so good swear it's all that she need Should've past a week ago - shareek sheesh Can I get a dolla' from a fiend Up and down the street Walking looking at the heaps of the smoke from the porch The last little bit of Mike Da Vinci's verse… Look s**y to its schmit Tryna reach the pyramid, slave for the queen n***as life of queens playing pricks in Corvettes Fast lining, purple rain hoes make them right (Hook)