Up On The Corner by. Julez

Chorus

Back in the day it was set, corner payphone collect

Memories stick in my head, but the future's a bet

Talkin' loud in the Benz, West to East just connect

Sample swing and the break, got no room for regret

Post-Chorus

Oh, it's real, it's real

Kick back, bounce, just how I feel

Verse 2

Used to bag up in the basement, now it's Gucci on pavement

Homies in fights over tiny-ass payments

Sample flip, string hit, dirty kicks on the pavement

DMV stank, east coast ain't adjacent

Drip on the dash, see 'em watching with suspicion

Breakbeat jumpin', I'm cookin' in the kitchen

Bitch, I’m legendary, my story ain't fiction

Never needed luck, just hustle and ambition

Pre-Chorus

String lines sweeping, the block keep breathing

Old heads teaching what the new kids leaving

Hate don’t faze me, my path ain't deceiving

West wind blow, I’m believing

Chorus

Back in the day it was set, corner payphone collect

Memories stick in my head, but the future's a bet

Talkin' loud in the Benz, West to East just connect

Sample swing and the break, got no room for regret

Post-Chorus

Oh, it's real, it's real

Kick back, bounce, just how I feel

Bridge

Two lives tangled up in subway rides and sunshine

Check the tapes, every moment intersection of our lifeline

Out on the stoop, rollin' dice with a six-pack

Stories from the alley echo, never did give slack

Verse 3

Flash the grill, call collect, wild as the summer street

Hands full of trouble, double parked in the backseat

Blunt burnin' holes in my jeans, still never neat

DMV to LA, caught between two seats

String loop runs, nostalgia in my veins

Shots rang out, and we ducked from the pain

Queensbridge and Compton, flavor never stain

Feds circle round, never snitch, never explain

Pre-Chorus

Sampled and stitched, these tales on repeat

Legendary lessons the lost won't delete

East to west, this groove can't be beat

Writing new chapters, still move on my feet

Chorus

Back in the day it was set, corner payphone collect

Memories stick in my head, but the future's a bet

Talkin' loud in the Benz, West to East just connect

Sample swing and the break, got no room for regret

Post-Chorus

Oh, it's real, it's real

Kick back, bounce, just how I feel

Verse 4

Back row, sweats sag, throwin' dice on the rug

Whole crew wild, pass a bottle, showin' love

808 talk, strings sweep, heat from the plug

Rappin' over records, fuck a suit and a shrug

Breakbeats heavy, the fam all yellin' in time

Keys to city traded hands off a nickel and dime

DMV vices, west coast breeze in my rhyme

Tapes in rotation, every night, every line

Posse Outro: (Back and forth with backing vocals)

(Yeah, we ride, we ride)

Double parked with the tribe

Flip the record on side B, vibe on the drive

Slick talk on the stoop, whole block come alive

(We ride, we ride)

Now it’s crew on the track, nobody ever divide

Pass the mic, one last time, celebrate the survive

Extended Posse Outro: (Call and response)

(Pass the bottle, pass the story)

Still posted on the stoop, block territory

From the docks to the heights, legendary inventory

Laughin' at the struggle 'cause it’s all just mandatory

Gold rope chain, stained glass, city view lit

Voices in the stairwell, never gonna quit

Crack a joke, roll a dice, talk slick

(Make it last, make it ours, life don’t skip)

Pass down the mix, vibe heavy in the hallways

Last round for the squad, never goin' separate ways

Sample memory loopin', let the anthem play

Raised on the real, nobody fades away

(Yeah, nobody fades away)