NoFace Records - Corner

(Track Intro)

Yeah... Okay... You know the vibes. Heavy on the motion. Stop playing with me. BOOM!

Verse 1 [Relentless]

Corner store leaning, watching the block bleeding, we ain't eating. (Pause)

Federal agents scoping the building, the children screaming, it's demon season.

They got me fucked up thinking I'm slipping, I'm gripping the wheel of this Porsche, shifting.

Nikes on the gas pedal, another level, the dust never settled, the plot thickened.

Chrome pipes, long nights, staring at the streetlights.

Brothers in the state pen, waiting on a day-end, praying that the pay hit right.

Street wisdom got me moving cautious, the losses made a man nauseous.

Cartier frames hiding the pain, dodging the rain, the game is lawless.

Yaa Yaaaa!

We outside where the shadows stretch, every single dollar is a heavy fetch.

They talking down but the motion valid, keeping my balance, checking the ledger sketch.

No funny business when the rent is due, neighborhood watching what the tenants do.

Real-life hustler lessons taught me early: don't let the envy blur the view.

(Pause)

Now we up, but the scars stay.

Turning nothing into dinner on a cold plate.

Chorus

We built this kingdom out of concrete and dust

In a world where there's nobody left to trust

You see the motion, you see the price we paid

Standing outside in the shadow that the money made

Yeah, they know what's going on...

They know what's going on...

Verse 2

GRRRT!

Pack it up, stack it up, back it up, get active, the tactics are drastic, we stretching the elastic.

BAPE hoodies, cash goodies, teck fleeces, masterpieces, breaking the peace into pieces, the stress increases.

Hit the strip in a blacked-out Bimmer, the jewelry shimmer, the chance of survival is getting slimmer.

Don Julio pouring to dull the temper, remember December, the block was a dying ember!

(Shape-shifting cadence, sudden pause, then explosive punch-ins)

They jacked the style but they missed the spirit, I hear it, they fear it, whenever I'm getting near it.

Jordan 1 retros skipping the frontline, crushing the timeline, tracking the pipeline, working the night sign.

These mooks talking crazy like they got the leverage, I'm sipping the beverage, maintaining the heritage.

Crashout culture got the youth insane, putting everything on the line for a little chain.

Big business!

We hit Miami just to clear the head, thinking 'bout the homies that are trapped or dead.

Two-syllable chains when the pressure's different, efficient, magnificent, look at the way we flipped it.

They got me fucked up if they think I'm stopping, the numbers are popping, the inventory shopping.

Richard Mille ticking on a broken wrist, add it to the list, we rose up through the mist.

YA DIG?

Chorus

We built this kingdom out of concrete and dust

In a world where there's nobody left to trust

You see the motion, you see the price we paid

Standing outside in the shadow that the money made

Yeah, they know what's going on...

They know what's going on...

Verse 3

Real talk... On God... Look.

I watched a good brother lose his whole mind over a small bag. (Pause)

Left his daughter waiting at the park, family structure started to lag.

Cautionary tales on every corner, nobody warns her, the neighborhood mourns her.

The consequences of a quick mistake will turn a provider into a goner.

(Pause)

Staring at the ceiling in the dark, wondering where the spark went.

Spent my whole youth trying to survive just to pay the damn rent.

Fuckers in the high seats making the rules, while the streets graduate the fools.

Trauma deep in the marrow of my bones, hearing the sirens through the telephones.

(Behind-the-beat, emotional weight)

No complex metaphors needed for the cemetery.

The weight of the dirt is heavy enough to carry.

Everything valid until the lights go out, that's what the street wisdom is about.