CORNER, USA

I don't understand, clean or dirty
Instead of a school playground
Up here instead of a beaming smile
Focused on the grind, never kick back

I ain't holding shit back, this 40 still poking where my rib at
Little homie moms never care where her kids at
Bodega corner store where she get her fix at
Hustle off the muscle, had to get that in the jungle

Shots ringing all night
Yo, the chopper need a muzzle
They'll line you to the cops, your right hand trying to cuff you
The drug game slime and the jail time's double

Brooklyn gotta give them pain
Took a dollar and a dream
It turned in to thousands off of caine
And if you talking product, then they vouching for my name

For a pair of Dior's, the homies down to catch a stain
This ain't for the culture, this is for the corner
This ain't for the culture, this is for the corner
What we was supposed to do though

The odds was in y'all favor
We got to the bag
Champagne stains on the concrete
The hammers in arms reach

All this drip but his talk cheap
Locked for the weekend in the booking's we was all deep
Those the same ones I'm taking with me to the floor seats
No we not lying, we was outside never hiding

Still parked by the hydrant in case the opps sliding
Focused on the bag, still me and mine solid
I done seen mouths be shut and silenced over gossip
Stick to the code, we was living for tomorrow

Gotta get it by the day, late nights into the morn
It's real weight stepping, peel eight tension
Milk crate legend, it's Bodega
This ain't for the culture, this is for the corner

This ain't for the culture, this is for the corner