J. Stalin ft. Lil Blood - Corner Sto Lyrics

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