Corner Boy

I was a corner boy, meetin' cats by the corner shop Since I had Boy In Da Corner on Tryna make my way home but it was cordoned off 'Cause they caught two trappers and they bored 'em up I heard he weren't no shot caller, he just calls the shots Either way I just know he never walks it off I swear I seen it all from my corner shop I fuck with boss man, he even calls me "Boss" I seen man act cold, then they all defrost Even though I'm sellin' death, I still thought of God Then I started gettin' job, I ain't fallin' off I came home and had to G-check the corner shop I seen new faces, and the same man with two faces I need twelve twelve-gauges and shoelaces Had to jack me a pussy for his new bracelet Now they all look at me like, "How could you make it?" What? 'Cause nanny send me pictures, had to toothpaste it All this trauma from the corner, I just mutated We put smoke on the corner, where's it located? I got mine, you got yours, are you just fugazin'? I used to hit this man shop, now his food blazin' Heard they caught a little thing, he nearly toupéed him I'm hittin' OT spots like I'm crusadin' More cats, more corner shops Shit's hot, so my runners get drawn a lot But I ain't complainin', I'm beyond savin' I put cold nights in this, I put long days in On my strip there ain't a bando that I've not stayed in Had to barricade the door and put the blockade in I can just tell you ain't had no block trainin' Read the room, you can't act like you got ratings I cook crack cocaine by the wash basin I stayed ten toes down and never lost patience Had to blame it on Brexit, all the cost raisin' I'm with my YG, all you talk about is opp shavin' He wanna put one in your head, and leave you top tailin' I'm King Kong 'round here, you see me block scalin' Got chased by the CIDs and had to hop railings You never watched the opp vids and tried to clock faces 'Course you ain't, you ain't dangerous, you're just complacent I'm a corner boy, meetin' cats by the corner shop In my black track suit that I wore a lot I got a quarter brick, I made the corner hot Then I went back to job, I weren't falin' off I came home and had to G-check the corner shop I swear I seen it all at my corner shop That's where we back Henny and we pour Courvois And an eye for an eye, that's how we mourn a loss I was a corner boy, meetin' cats by the corner shop Since I had Boy In Da Corner on Tryna make my way home but it was cordoned off Cah they caught two trappers and they bored 'em up I heard he weren't no shot caller, he just calls the shots Either way, I just know he never walks it off I swear I seen it all from my corner shop I fuck with boss man, he even calls me "Boss"