Fiend Corner Stone Lyrics

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]