Da Corner
I walk across the street,
See nothin but street dreams
Life is everything but sweet
Talkin to dealers and feens
Should manke any younin retreat
But they stay for the chance to gleam,
People look dumb with heat
Cause they still get robbed with one look of beam
Better off sellin some meat
Step across the street
where the grass aint green,
Begin with a stack and parlay
waitin for the chance to get gold plates
Lyrics put me on a silver tray
Flying over all the raukus and dismay.
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