Corner Gospel 5

[Intro]
(Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some—)

[Verse]
Mama said I should've left from off that corner
But ma, I got my check up on that corner, I seen death up on that corner
Opps slid, we done got tested for that corner
Smith & Wesson, tryna keep from gettin' stretched up on that corner
Don't try
And never tell me that you don't lack, 'cause neither do I
You know we walked in with the strap, you know my team, how we slide
A bunch of Stephs around who ain't shoot
But all these chops that's in the coupe, we damn near slidin' bulletproof
Tryna get fair
You see an opp, stop, wait, look, who that right therе?
Lil' bro, you better not miss a shot
You know them hotboxеs pressin' who get up close and make 'em feel it
Pourin' Henny for my hitters, that did somethin' to my spirit
All that hatin' shit them niggas said we couldn't do, we did it
Walkin' out TSA, racks bustin' out my denims
Still in the coupe ride, in the mix, I'm with my niggas
Look, I don't care about who dies, they ain't care about my nigga
Niggas think they get two tries, it's one and then you finished
I don't never pick two sides, mix family with business, I don't get it
God told me have forgiveness, but how could I forgive 'em
When my homie was the victim? Fuck it, we gon' keep on spinnin'
Free my bros by the way, got them loads by the way
A nigga still standin' tall, never told on no case
Still slide through the hood, keep my pole just in case
Shit, I know a nigga blessed, I say my prayers every day
Street nigga that just happened to rap
Where I'm from, niggas get shiesty, shit, I had to adapt
Came in this shit too real, ain't put no cap in my rap
When they all thought I was finished, I was laughin' at that
But guess what? I bounced back like I'm D-Rose, fifty points, now I'm back
Fake niggas, we don't need those, I been fuckin' with smack
You ain't believe in me, look
So much pain and lean in me, wait