Teeayebee - Turnin' Cornas

Turning corners late night in that dark grey Chevy
40 off safety on my lap ion have to get ready
Hustle nonstop you aint gotta gimme no props
Every hour on my watch its cheese i clock
I see cops i put the down not out
Smoking exotic why these niggas swear to God its a drought
Cut from a different cloth what I'm on niggas aint
Know why yo ship sank cuz you pull pranks and gank
Move strategic like a tank steady upping my rank
Sharp as a shank driving with my knee rolling up dank
Niggas gone hate i expect it old enough to accept it
I'm a unpolished diamond made under pressure
Hella clever recognize Im on a higher level
Another late night mission smoking drinking and dipping
Thinking bout my nigga A locked down in prison
Corner flipping in the city watching out for the filthies
Turning Corners after 12 in STL
Its hell death or jail for a young black male
So I chase mail everything on point off the scale I'm a fish in the pond growing into a whale
Dodging potholes under streetlights in the night
Bumping UGK supertight i left it wet hit right
In the sky like a star smoked out in my car
Smoke directly from a jar every flow be so hard
Always on guard dont wanna end up behind bars
Even worse end up in a damn graveyard
Its a warzone in the place i call home
Never roam without the tool keep it like its my phone
Homie tapped in said come get the money he owe
Where you think im going now on my way to the dough
We be riding speeding never doing the limit
Hot as a skillet filthies flag its gone be more than a ticket
Hands itching more money must be coming
Steady smoking weed need to put some food on my stomach
2 in the morning whats open im a slide to Illusion
Im just working 3rd shift I be blasting my music
Turning Corners after 12 in STL
Its hell death or jail for a young black male
So I chase mail everything on point off the scale I'm a fish in the pond growing into a whale

Written by:
Timothy Bolden

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