Round The Corner (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro:]

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]

That's where I sold my first sack

Where mama's get they purse snatched and niggas get they dirt naps

They merk rats, church slacks, hearse slacks

You either jack or serve packs, standin' on this curb, black

But I was just a sellin' herb cat

Drove some work to Texas, dropped it off and caught the bird back

That's why my nerves bad – 'cause I've been shot at

Bitch, I'm like a pan 'cause I'm always where the pot at

Never sold no yams, but I know some niggas that buy that

Like a marine through Decatur, bet some paper he'll fly back

To Iraq

I'll see a stack off a pound, that's a iRack

I hope you niggas got that

I'm from Atlanta, boy, everybody got gats

Run up in your trap and make everybody lie flat

The same place you supply at, be the same place you die at

A lot of my homies never made it to where I'm at, 'cause

[Hook:]

Some niggas sold weed, some niggas sold hard

Some of my folks robbed and we stole cars

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

I hit my first blunt, I fucked my first broad

This is where I hit my lick and caught my first charge

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

We did it all around the corner, 'round the corner, 'round the corner

[Verse 2: Trae The Truth]

Same place I got my first stripes at

Murderville, get your whole life jacked

Teach you hot to turn money to a white pack

Hit the penitentiary and come right back

Fuck up and get your whole dope knocked off

Same block fat, head got chopped off

Same niggas that you played with back then

Will fill you up with the bullets from a sawed-off

Se me, I ain't fuck with them niggas

I learned from my brother that got hit with life

Around the same time that my niggas got murdered

The same week I went to a funeral twice

I caught Hell in the worst of ways

I'm in the game makin' perfect plays

The block flood, I'll surf for days

Drought time, it was thirst for days

I'm in the hood in my first pair of Jordan's

Flyer than a plane, you could tell if I was boardin'

Bitches watchin' a nigga like somethin' they recorded

Bricks all in the garage like I was hoardin'

It was murder like 48 Hours

Truth got filleted like 48 salmons

They told me "ain't nothin' like a nigga who's broke"

So I'm tryna get to the money to stack like towers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]

We was supposed to be playin' football

How'd I end up with all the niggas that cook raw?

'Cause when the hood call, you can't press ignore

Now you got your pistol stashed in your dresser drawer

Prepare for war, shorty, I was never poor

But my mama and my daddy couldn't afford a pair of Jordans

So I went around the corner, got an ounce of marijuana

Had Lithonia in the chokehold, had Stone Mountain in a coma

And we got them pounds if you want 'em

Shop with me, my green is stronger

Back when I had that green Daytona

Or that blue Monte Carlo, had my foot on the throttle

Extended clip in my chopper holds like 200 hollows

Met some dudes from Chicago, Larry Hoover, they follow

They motto is "when you move it, make sure you lookin' for potholes"

And they some real killers, knock the meat out your taco

They did business with Pablo, I'm used to that avocado

[Hook]