[Interlude: [?] & Don Q]
[?]: This feels important, it feels monumental. We like coming up on, I mean right now, this is Corner Stories
Don Q: Yeah, this is it right here
Corner Stories n***a, show you where I really come from, ya dig!
You won't really understand what I'm really talkin' 'bout, you have to really be there and really witness some of the shit I'm really sayin'
Can't make this shit up n***a!
Word


[Verse]
Stories on the corner as I roll my marijuana
Suburb homeowner I still know the coke aroma
I remember Motorola, couldn't afford minutes
Had Honda Accord visions, now we flossin' gold pendants
It's a blessing when you make it as far as we came
You a legend when they respect it and honor your name
Deeper than the music, they gossip but I don't feed into it
Gotta keep it movin', don't believe you 'til they see you do it
Tried to throw me in a tight spot but I was squeezin' through it
Comin' out without a scratch on me and my heaters shootin' (Paw paw paw)
They fallin' off but we keep improvin' (Keep improvin')
Yeah, I went to school and called my teacher stupid
I got 30 n***as tryna do me in, hoes tryna move me in
Pursue me and just sue me, for my jewelry and the Cuban
Drop top bluish Benz remember 2 for 10
We was gettin' to it then
Tryna run through them bands
Hooligans, now they wanna know what type [?]
Poppin' perkies and roofies depend on the kind of movies
Coke lines give you goosebumps
My n***a kept a loaded .9 in his coupe trunk
Paranoia, so he ridin' with his roof up
On feet, 2-5 in his boot tucked
It's protocol he lived so he think he know it all
He go to war with a vest and a .44
Couple of friends they was all goons
To a big house put they started in a small room
I played the bleachers but I knew that I would ball soon
She never hit me back but I knew she would call soon
Now when you facetime you make sure that you call n***
Stacking while it's cold just to blow it all in June
On guns and more jewels, n***a
[Interlude: Don Q]
I hope you appreciate what I gave y'all man, fo' real, shit came from the heart. A lot of shit we did we didn't really want to, we just had to do it, you know. Like, since elementary school my momma would send me out with $5, that was 'til high school, n***a. Couldn't really stress her about it n***a, I had to make my own decisions. We had to adapt. It was either that or starve, [I] couldn't starve. Just a product of my environment, what they made me, can't blame me. Yeah!