Intro - Don Q

& Don Q]

: This feels important, it feels monumental.

We like coming up on,

I mean right now, this is Corner Stories

Don Q: Yeah, this is it right here

Corner Stories nigga, show you where I really come from, ya dig!

You won’t really understand what I’m really talkin' 'bout, you have to really

be there and really witness some of the shit I’m really sayin'

Can’t make this shit up nigga!

Word

Stories on the corner as I roll my marijuana

Suburb homeowner I still know the coke aroma

I remember Motorola, couldn’t afford minutes

Had Honda Accord visions, now we flossin' gold pendants

It’s a blessing when you make it as far as we came

You a legend when they respect it and honor your name

Deeper than the music, they gossip but I don’t feed into it

Gotta keep it movin', don’t believe you 'til they see you do it

Tried to throw me in a tight spot but I was squeezin' through it

Comin' out without a scratch on me and my heaters shootin' (Paw paw paw)

They fallin' off but we keep improvin' (Keep improvin')

Yeah, I went to school and called my teacher stupid

I got 30 niggas tryna do me in, hoes tryna move me in

Pursue me and just sue me, for my jewelry and the Cuban

Drop top bluish Benz remember 2 for 10

We was gettin' to it then

Tryna run through them bands

Hooligans, now they wanna know what type

Poppin' perkies and roofies depend on the kind of movies

Coke lines give you goosebumps

My nigga kept a loaded .9 in his coupe trunk

Paranoia, so he ridin' with his roof up

On feet, 2−5 in his boot tucked

It’s protocol he lived so he think he know it all

He go to war with a vest and a .44

Couple of friends they was all goons

To a big house put they started in a small room

I played the bleachers but I knew that I would ball soon

She never hit me back but I knew she would call soon

Now when you facetime you make sure that you call nude

Stacking while it’s cold just to blow it all in June

On guns and more jewels, nigga

I hope you appreciate what I gave y’all man, fo' real, shit came from the heart.

A lot of shit we did we didn’t really want to, we just had to do it, you know.

Like, since elementary school my momma would send me out with $ 5,

that was 'til high school, nigga.

Couldn’t really stress her about it nigga,

I had to make my own decisions.

We had to adapt.

It was either that or starve,

couldn’t starve.

Just a product of my environment, what they made me,

can’t blame me.

Yeah!