Corner Sto - J. Stalin, Lil Blood

I’m so into you, I’m falling on to you

I’m so into you, I am

Another day in the ghetto, God bless the dead

I’m still pushing in the trap, smoking purp to the head

I lost another nigga and a family member

Damn, there goes another one, timber

I lost my daddy, bounce back like Simba

Hard for these niggas to stop a real winner

Whole family eating, guess who bringing in the dinner

Money on my agenda, feds on the phone line

She keep my bundle in the jeans, I’m so dary on

Long as you takin care of the hood, you can carry on

Barely grown but the hustle well known

My nigga, I’m from where the birds flown

Whole zip in my drawers right in front of the store

Pocket full of loaf make these bitches all go

I’m into distributing my nigga, I movin snow

We into distributing my nigga, we move snow

Whole zip my drawers right in front of the store

I put these Nike’s to work when I see the po-po

You ain’t stackin yo money what you grinding for, for

Watchu grindin for.

Whole zip my drawers right in front of the store

I put these Nike’s to work when I see the po-po

You ain’t stackin yo money what you grinding for, for

It ain’t what you make, it’s what you put up

Still flipping I ain’t talking bout gymnastics

Spending my cop money on CD graphics

I’m from the home of crack, I tell you bout traffic

I tried to take a nap but the phone kept smacking

Tell them I need help they say I’m overreacting

But my clientele massive, so a nigga know they watching

On the other hand, bitch niggas is talking to the coppers

RIP Mufasa, Gregory smith

Before I knock a nigga down, give em Italian kiss

Forgive me for my sins, I just wanted to be rich

A starter in the game, never ridin a bitch

Slide up with a clip nigga long as a trench coat

That’s how you rock when your coke come on a gold boat

Bubble over top like a root beer flow

When the feds kick in the door, man that’s all she wrote

When the feds kick in the door, man that’s all she wrote

Lil Blood keep it real like Boosie nigga blood trill

Touch 50,000 of a white bitch in high heels

Blew 30,000 in a week to see how it feel

Rock 10,000 nigga, way before I had a deal

Me and Rae bumpin, doing numbers out in Hollywood

Lost a few bands, but the little nigga doing good

Trap 6 zips last week when I was in the hood

Bought back 8 straight drop so it bounce good

Remix, had to double back to the black fence

Pepper in my pocket just in case I gotta whack shit

Corn ball clown ass niggas get the stainless

On mamas imma hit where I’m aimin, banging

Livewire big body ridin, I’m a big dog

The bitch ain’t been I tell her get lost, get lost

Asap, scratch off fast bitch I do it movin

If she ain’t choosing then the bitch loosing