Corners Lyrics - Singles - Fetti Cash

(Awww man, Nit Lo 

yeaa yeaa 

ruff town music 

fetti I told 

I got you man) 

(Verse): Nit Lo 

I love these streets and going hard over beats 

Duffle bag fulla guns moving in a G wa son 

Peep how I murder the game the 40 cal murder you lames 

N*ggas change up like the weather, under pressure never 

Comfortable in my skin a good mix like juice and gin 

I can't lose I'ma win yall pretend to be killers 

We at the round table planning your death over dinner 

Nit lo is a patron sipper, mad love n*gga 

You talking bout that cash then I'm all in n*gga 

B*tches f*ck me, homies grip up with me 

I'ma warn ya if you looking for me I be on the corner 

Right next to Jolie's rest in peace little jolie 

Wish you did what I did when OGs tried to school me 

But your pops holding it down, we up in ruff town 

Still gripping the gun, its nit lo....one! 

(chorus 2x): 

Since I been on that brickstack ishhh 

I've been sitting back stacking them brickstack chips 

In the streets they heard of them brickstack hits 

And how I be making all of them quick fast flips 

(Verse 2): Fetti Cash 

I'm bout that paper man, haters be hating man 

So go head and get a grip I slipped and fell 

But I'm so back (word) homie its a wrap 

You want the bloody war heres the beast from bloody raw 

You wanna see my claws or that forty four 

Bull dog jump off, don't get crossed 

By that switch blade, you fish bate 

So I guess you was the worm, one of soldiers confirm 

That you was a germ, and infant born from rotten sperm 

I watched and learned sat back and blew trees till my eyes blead 

Plus I heard from a little birdie, that these f*ckers really wanna test me 

Then shots gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns don't be playing around 

Now its murder, death kill I ain't playing around I bet I'm laying you down f*ckers 

(chorus 2x) 

(Verse 3): Mark Will 

(mark will....I need my blocks back, know what I mean, I need my corners) 

I made it fore this is a lifetime of pain 

Oozing thru these verses thats why my vocals strain 

Straight from the soil concrete rough terrain 

Was standing next to rick I seen him get splattered brains 

But when it comes to focus its hard to maintain 

Dealing with killers who life have no remorse of shame 

Many times I neal and ask god to forgive my sins 

But its hard when you selling drugs sitting in a 6 benz 

Sleep is the cousin of death, envy's the brother of hate 

So I keep them both close and let the toast spray 

My where abouts in the slums be unknown 

Cause being broke make some of the softest cats 

Become violent prone 

Living conditions close to (*****) 

I thank eric b for giving me hope he was the first black president 

Came in the door, on the waist the four in the crib with pepsi 

Cutting up that white raw, in the mean time in between studio time 

I was heavy on the block pushing slabs of dimes 

All of my real cats from the five and the K 

Pushing grams of white please stay out the cops way 

And I ain't gotta name no names that real know how ya boy 

Kept a job and pushed pills on the low 

Never floss for show and suppress all the goodies 

It don't mean you a criminal when you wearing a hoodie 

I don't hold a grudge but how he get an assault with a gun charge 

Moms an attorney his pops is a judge huh!! 

The bigger the cap the bigger the peeling 

Treat your dome like a retractable roof, drop your ceiling 

You don't like me and I don't like you 

Now that we got that out the way, the feeling is mutual 

Respect close to real you don't care about the slums 

Put up a front like you tryna get rid of all the guns, nah homie 

I'm about to raise the bar homie, cause this time yall done went to far homie 

Its gun play the fights cause even the realest cats cry at night 

When that C.O say lights out 

I'm not a lifer but I had felony thoughts on how to get this money 

And stay the hell up out of court, its a sport with true to life G's 

We ride for it by any means we side down to ride G