the corner store - john.average lyrics
[verse 1: john.average]
this is that corner store rhetoric, ever since round eleven
i knew that my verbal eloquence superseded most veterans
in the a, where the gulliest of the players play
this is ace of spades, i’m turning heads in a major way
so i guess it’s safe to say, not only is the trap back
word to gucci, them backpackers dun saved the day
but it’s whatever, won’t catch me waiting for accolades
tracks still bumping like “n-gga where is yo aftershave?”
born in that stumptown, throw it up for slumville
snellvegas, leave craters when tokin guns still
rev run ill, still nappy headed as ever
and as clever as fran drescher, sonning n-ggas forever
and he would never, halt like a freight train
got the bark of a great dane and the bite..of an ak
i spit that wonder rhyme, influences under i’m
tightening my loose ends like fat girls in the summertime
ready to blow like i’m under mines, yet they undermine my thunder-chime
quote me, better yet underline
my t-tle, you could never rival in the new.south
i’m boutta purchase a bible and preach to dudes bout
how you really shouldn’t act tough if you ain’t
from the’ville but my heads still buck for the bank
got enough in the tank to fuel my ambition
while the compet-tion got no drive like broken transmission
hol up, transition
they banging, we pitching
satchel paige when i black ball them frauds tryna gain entrance
into my circle of winners, smoking on cali splinters
kept a n-gga warm through them relentless georgia decembers
working no days off, till they put the crown on him
make sure my fam eating good like going down on kim
don’t that sound like him? the blind prophet
a dream chaser just tryna make a living off it
and i promise…
i’ll always rep for the ordinary samaritan
laugh at me, i ain’t carin man i’m just hoping they hear it d-mn
i’m unsung, mentality of a cold gun
spitting round at the industry then i smoke one
my flow b.i.g, heart pac, soul pun
i seen the future, been running with it since 01
i dropped snacks and they ate up now you mad
but it’s sad, in the process lost everything i had
my girl, my sanity, a relationship with my dad
and you’ve still got the nerve to try and charge to collab?
fake stars but they g-ssed up, off that premium
my sh-t leave n-gga’s breathless like asthma
i ain’t mad bruh
one time for my n-ggas, one time for the’ville
one time for the doubters who didn’t think this was real
one time for the broads that sweat me for my appeal
and let one more fly for this 58 that i k!lled
be chill~
[outro]
yeah, i told em be chill
it’s doobie snacks right?
the corner store
and once more, it’s food for thought right?
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