Joey Purp, theMIND, Saba - CORNERSTORE lyrics

Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and
Cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em
I'm gon' buy me 20 nickel dros
Dime rocks and nickel blows from niggas
Who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week
From off that prison phone
May never come home

But black son gone hood rich
From a broke home judge us by our skin tone
No fightin' when it's guns drawn
I remember findin' that revolver
I was lookin' through my closet
Tryna 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 made a gun sound
Ain't that a bitch?
Adolescence duckin' 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 bitches and bitch niggas
That's tragic
I melt them all cause they plastic
Why pass the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, they all standin'
Had a dream I was stagnant
I woke up screamin' and gaspin'
In the studio jammin'
Listenin' to Thelo Piece
Ain't no religion, shit
Chiraq look like the Middle East
And white kids deal with problems that
We never knew to bother
Arguin' with they dads
We pray we ever knew our fathers
Release day 2050
He'll never meet his daughter
And drugs left mothers but
A mirror of themselves
Look in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell
And every tear I ever spilled
Heaven probably 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
Killers used to inhibit
They built a row of new condos
Where they tore up project buildings
Raised by the movers and
Shakers and life takers proper preparation
Prepare for where life takes us
Blame it on the family structure
Ask the news anchor
But the teacher only taught us
Excuses for our behaviour

Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and
Cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em
I'm gon' buy me 20 nickel dros
Dime rocks and nickel blows from niggas
Who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week
From off that prison phone
May never come home

I used to dream I was from somewhere else
Cause, I didn't wanna go home
By myself at the cornerstore, cornered in
All alone

I left my house this morning
With the intent of returnin'
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 it was a stranger
That's how I detach myself from the situation
My grandma asked if I
Had everything for school
It 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
Restless nights in penitentiaries, I
Paint the picture, ain't none of it pretty
Police still shootin' niggas but I
Ain't scared of shit
The shots fell out as if everyone
Have a bone to pick
I look my granddad in his eyes, said
"I'll be home at 6"
To get to my bus I gotta walk
Pass the thugs on the corner
And even if they know me
They gon' try me like some fucking foreigner
Flashing a dime pack, yelling "good loud
Good loud" they do this every day and I
Tell 'em I don't smoke shit
My best friend from when I was
11 posted with the weapon
Acting like he do not see
Me stepping to their 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 approached Austin
Walked to the cornerstore
There I passed the fiends
It seems all of 'em off it
I just wanted a fifty
Some juice and Crunchy Kurls
I just want a lil' hoopty
In case that train derail
I missed my bus so I get to
School and I'm late as hell
That block a monster, hope it save it'self
Yeah

Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and
Cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em
I'm gon' buy me 20 nickel dros
Dime rocks and nickel blows from niggas
Who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week
From off that prison phone
May never come home

I need to escape now, now