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I’m cornered on the corner, like right angles in squares
Tight tangle what I’m selling it killed one of my brehs
Promised to his baby mama, yo I told her I’d leave it
Still dealing with his killer, I can’t handle the secret
Wifey she turns a blind eye, but I know that she sees
Playing happy families, everybody say cheese
Awkward silences, squeeze sinuses, degrees in the minuses
Life’s cold, I guess it’s cool cos I dropped out of school
Now I’m making teacher money with no snotty nosed kids
But got a shotty by the window this is no way to live
Pills low under pillows struggling to get by
Was gonna hustle in the club, but my well’s running dry
Well I guess the corner’s calling with the snitches and sirens
Used to cook a different food, but now this kitchen ain’t hiring
It’s firing and firing like a cannon, I’m like Dylan I’d ban em
On da corner need a miracle need bread to go salmon
Hook
Making money keep my head above water,
Got a baby on the way forgive me Lord gotta feed my daughter
Making money keep my head above water,
Got a baby on the way, forgive me Lord headin to the corner
To the corner, forgive me Lord headin to the corner, to the corner