Fiend - Corner stone lyrics

rate me

Fiend for the money, monster B is at it again, man!

Learn from it then you earn from it.

Smoking pounds of the cheeba with my blonde haired diva,

She mixed breed, call her senoritta, or Keisha

Pounds of blow for a feature, I still wanted four zeros for Sneakers

Voice notes are higher notes to Tamika

Them prices won't keep them long, I know pizza

Shit, only the feds can go cheaper

My life's pain like in the glass that I ...

I getting cash even if pastors get Aston Martins

And Desert Eagles that ain't legal

I got us here from the words of my grand-daddy

Rocking in his rocking chair, nobody fucking care

It was after no limit

Making a deal, looking soft in the mirror

Ask me, hot is how you feel

It's like that!

Feeling for the money monster beats

Are you sure you locked it?

Rolled up and light up and hit that bitch

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Cornerstone. yeah, a house right next to the sweetshop

Out there I feel the Sneakers dry

My off bringing, lots of guns ringing

Some fresh swans and some skunks stinking

I rap twelve Jersey hours a day finding a way

At a tool shed, not even play about the pay

Fly in the airport wing, clever take off

Day session in the morning, her pussy, I bring the bricks off

Money know how y'all knew, hundred display bar

This a goody, not a grocery or gay bar

Six fiend wings and flies may not be wise

Sting in the magazine and raid the night

Big engine block in your motor city block it all

In it. It gon'get me nuts. Street life is a matrimony

... that's just the law

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