[Intro]
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We did it all around the corner, ¡®round the corner, ¡®round the corner
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We did it all around the corner, ¡®round the corner, ¡®round the corner
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We did it all around the corner, ¡®round the corner, ¡®round the corner
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We did it all around the corner, ¡®round the corner, ¡®round the corner
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[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
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That¡¯s where I sold my first sack
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Where mama¡¯s get they purse snatched
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And niggas get they dirt naps
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They merk rats, church slacks, hearse slacks
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You either jack or serve packs
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Standin¡¯ on this curb, black
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But I was just a sellin¡¯ herb cat
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Drove some work to Texas,
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Dropped it off and called the ¡®burb back
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That¡¯s why my nerves bad ? ¡®cause I¡¯ve been shot at
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Bitch, I¡¯m like a pan ¡®cause I¡¯m always where the pot at
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Never sold no yams, but I know some niggas that buy that
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Like a marine through Decatur, bet some paper he¡¯ll fly back
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To Iraq¡¦
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I¡¯ll see a stack off a pound, that¡¯s the Iraq
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I hope you niggas got that
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I¡¯m from Atlanta, boy, everybody got gats
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Run up in your trap and make everybody lie flat
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The same place you supply at, be the same place you die at
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A lot of my homies never made it to where I¡¯m at, ¡®cause¡¦
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[Hook]
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Some niggas sold weed, some niggas sold hard
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Some of my folks robbed and we stole cars
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We did it all around the corner, ¡®round the corner, ¡®round the corner
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We did it all around the corner, ¡®round the corner, ¡®round the corner
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I hit my first blunt, I fucked my first broad
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This is where I hit my lick and caught my first charge
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We did it all around the corner, ¡®round the corner, ¡®round the corner
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We did it all around the corner, ¡®round the corner, ¡®round the corner
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[Verse 2: Trae The Truth]
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Same place I got my first stripes at
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Murderville, get your whole life jacked
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I¡¯ll teach you hot to turn money to a white pack
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Hit the penitentiary and come right back
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Fuck up and get your whole dope knocked off
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Same block fat, head got chopped off
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Same niggas that you played with back then
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Will fill you up with the bullets from a sawed-off
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Se me, I ain¡¯t fuck with them niggas
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I learned from my brother that got hit with life
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Around the same time that my niggas got murdered
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The same week I went to a funeral twice
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I caught Hell in the worst of ways
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I¡¯m in the game makin¡¯ perfect plays
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If the block flood, I¡¯ll surf for days
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During drought time, it was thirst for days
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I¡¯m in the hood in my first pair of Jordan¡¯s
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Flyer than a plane, you could tell if I was boardin¡¯
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Bitches watchin¡¯ a nigga like somethin¡¯ they recorded
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Bricks all in the garage like I was hoardin¡¯
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It was murder like 48 Hours
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Truth got filleted like 48 salmons
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They told me ¡°ain¡¯t nothin¡¯ like a nigga who¡¯s broke¡±
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So I¡¯m tryna get to the money to stack like towers
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
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We was supposed to be playin¡¯ football
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How¡¯d I end up with all the niggas that cook raw?
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¡®Cause when the hood call, you can¡¯t press ignore
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Now you got your pistol stashed in your dresser drawer
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Prepare for war, shorty, I was never poor
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But my mama and my daddy couldn¡¯t afford a pair of drawers
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So I went around the corner, got an ounce of marijuana
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Had Lithonia in the chokehold, had Stone Mountain in a coma
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And we got them pounds if you want ¡®em
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Shop with me, my green is stronger
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Back when I had that green Daytona
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Or that blue Monte Carlo, had my foot on the throttle
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Extended clip in my chopper holds like 200 hollows
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Met some dudes from Chicago, Larry Hoover, they follow
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They motto is ¡°when you move it, make sure you lookin¡¯ for potholes¡±
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And they some real killers, knock the meat out your taco
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They did business with Pablo, I¡¯m used to that avocado
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[Hook]
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Round Da Corner
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CyHi Da Prynce |