Round Da Corner CyHi (Ft. Trae tha Truth)

[Intro x2]
We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner
We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
That’s where I sold my first sack
Where mama’s get they purse snatched and niggas get they dirt naps
They merk rats, church slacks, hearse 'Lacs
You either jack or serve packs, standin’ on this curb, black
But I was just a sellin’ herb cat
Drove some work to Texas, dropped it off and caught the bird back
That’s why my nerves bad – ‘cause I’ve been shot at
Bitch, I’m like a pan ‘cause I’m always where the pot at
Never sold no yams, but I know some niggas that buy that
Like a marine through Decatur, bet some paper he’ll fly back
To Iraq
I’ll see a stack off a pound, that’s a iRack
I hope you niggas got that
I’m from Atlanta, boy, everybody got gats
Run up in your trap and make everybody lie flat
The same place you supply at, be the same place you die at
A lot of my homies never made it to where I’m at, ‘cause

[Hook]
Some niggas sold weed, some niggas sold hard
Some of my folks robbed and we stole cars
We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner
We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner
I hit my first blunt, I fucked my first broad
This is where I hit my first lick and caught my first charge
We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner
We did it all around the corner, ‘round the corner, ‘round the corner