Lyrics:
trips tryna find my way
I remember the first girl ever loved me (Oh)
Still make sure I'm doing good to this day
At this point
Getting money and getting
regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)
Trip, we in the hood still
So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)
a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off
It's easier when you're here by my side you know
Life is easy with your hand on my shoulder
Yeah it's easy when you here on the corner
It's getting
Take a trip down down memory lane
To the back of my brain
Take a trip
To the back of my brain
I take a trip
To the back of my brain
Yo I'm beggining
the brothers walk by
Just got the etiquette, sittin' on the top step
With a bag of chips, sit back, relax, enjoy the trip
We got a neighborly philosophy
I
still see their faces
Corners of your eyes is morbid
Copper in the air, taste it
Flowing like a open faucet can't erase it
But you a soldier you follow
Said we started at that corner store
Now its elevator rides to the top floor
And I still ain't satisfied still I want more
Got the switch up in
who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home and told my Mom how my day went
[Verse 1]
Yeah Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle
Brave hard bitch like the times Im medieval
Married to the block, Divorce the Cathedral
Standin
search through dark corners
And I didn't cut no corners
Found love within me
By not being loved by you
And I'm honored to be on this ride with you, yeah
Late nights
Early mornings burning up the strip
Pulling all-nighters on the corner
Working double shifts
The base lining in that foreign
Serving out
to fight the voices screaming in my mind
How come I'm still alive
Evil lurks in every corner of my mind
You can't save me
Know you want to
You can't blame me
I can't be myself, no I can't be myself
When I ever do it never ends well
I got my bags ready Imma take a trip to Hell
Oh wait nevermind I was
from Bon Jovi
Hit Morocco, won a trip to Nairobi
Storm border with a gift to cause chaos
Pre-school corner
I’m the one that ate crayons
My team ain’t
I´ve tried everything
And left no stone unturned
I´ve got everything done
But still I haven´t learned
The art of replacing
The permanent thought
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
and together we'll leave
A first class trip to diamond city
(First class trip)
A first class trip to diamond city
(Diamond city)
It's 2am and we're still
cbout to take a trip trip trip
Yeah we finna dip dip dip
Come and shake your hips hips hips
Baby just don't trip trip trip
Having sex' up
I'm bout the macolay
Niggas be slippin' when I be flippin' and I'll see you next trip
Cause revenge is a motherfucker payback is a bitch
Take... We can take a trip up to the corner...
corner... corner... It's not too far...
Ok, I'm ready, anytime.
I have a college pal who
Says we
missin' you
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)
You was a high school queen
Met me sellin' ice cream on the corner went double-up servin'
missin' you
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)
-Verse 2 - Master P-
You was a high school queen
Met me sellin' ice cream on the corner
Run yo shit Top5
It took me 28 years
Just to learn this Mothafuckin balance
I don't even trip no more
When I find out folks
Don't fuck with Stuck
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