[Intro]
Uh...Street corner shit
The real
Yeah street corner shit
Yeah Project City
For all my blunt smoking n***as yeah

[Verse 1]
Ugh
They call me Gomar Oz, Dubar and Inshallah
I hope to see tomorrow
Wickedness that we involved
These chickens saddle on and n***as tattle on
And send they n***as up river and now they paddles gone
Young and hard headed
My n***as Capricorn
Animated Pixar when the heckler drawn
Yeah we out the hood but we far from it
So when you see the cloud you know the storm coming
My n***a fresh out and down to get it live
And standing on his head, he did his six to nine
He kept his mouth closed, you know the G code
And behind them walls is where the weak exposed
Yeah I speak in code, the wise analyze it
Those that really live this
Y’all n***as fantasizing and pantomiming
Shit we hands on and we master anything we get our hands on

[Hook]
That street corner shit
4 in the morning shit
Loaded lamas roll the scama
Keep the drama lit
You know the hustle
For this money n***a I’m a get
And keep it live
On my street corner shit

[Verse 2]
Ugh
This hood alchemy six floor apartment C
Building 45 every word certified
You n***as instagramming and taking flicks
My n***as intsta gramming,scaling flake baking bricks
No bacon bits, that’s non cipher
Last of a dying breed ain’t many likes
Not many like us but respect shown
I bag two birds feed ‘em this dick of stone
That’s hard pipe and hard white
And if they swallow then they our type
I’m talking reckless so pardon self
'Cause for that power U, n***as lose the God in self
Y’all rest havens, you n***as fall in love
And while you chasing them they chasing us
They got you playing poppa and make you watch the kids
We playing carousel all my n***as get a spin
[Hook 2]
That street corner shit
4 in the morning shit
Loaded lamas roll the scama
Keep the drama lit
You know the hustle
For this money n***a I’m a get
And all the killers and the thieves
We surrounded with
That street corner shit
4 in the morning shit
Loaded lamas roll the scama
Keep the drama lit
You know the hustle
N***a all this money I’m a get
And keep it live
On my street corner shit


[Verse 3]
Ugh ugh
So either you the victim or you the culprit
You pull the strings or you the puppet
Pinocchio or Gepetto with the metal
So either your name echos or quiet inside the ghetto
It’s no surrender and no retreat
Ain’t no concessions and no defeat
So what you live for Is what you die for
And only for the life of your seeds you would lie for
That’s hood shit and proper etiquette
We all got our vices in life in search of sedatives
So smoke away the pain and try to numb it out
And n***as trick cash flaunting with they hunnids out
They all gaudy 'till they take shots
From that Mossberg stainless cal .40
So when the block talk, I advise you listen
Could either pay the price or just pay attention
[Hook]
That street corner shit
4 in the morning shit
Loaded lamas roll the scama
Keep the drama lit
You know the hustle
For this money n***a i’m a get
And keep it live
On my street corner shit