Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Vocals
The Last Poets
Background Vocals
Kanye West
Background Vocals
The Temprees
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
Abiodun Oyewole
Songwriter
Umar Bin Hassan
Songwriter
Leon Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Common
Executive Producer
Kanye West
Producer
Tayor Dow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Jared Robbins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Derek Dudley
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Memories on corners with the foes and the Moes
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke and some put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In they socks and they soles **** holding they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, **** rolling in droves
They shoot the wrong way 'cause they ain't knowing they goals
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds with windows that don't roll
Down the roads where cars get broke in and stole
These are the stories told by Stoney and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
[Verse 2]
I wish I could give this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
On the corners, **** robbing, killing
Dying just to make a living, huh, huh
[Verse 3]
We overstated, we underrated, we educated
The corner was our time when time stood still
In gators and snakeskins, in yellow and pink
And powder blue profiles, glorifying them
[Verse 4]
Streetlights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Riding no-seat bikes with work to feed hype
So they can keep sweet Nikes, they head and they feet right
Desires of street life, cars and weed types
It's hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like
The beast roam the streets, the police is Greek-like
Game at its peak, we speak and believe hype
Bang in the streets, hats cocked left or deep right
It's steep life, coming up with **** that's sheep-like
Rappers and hoopers we strive to be like
Gs with three stripes, seeds that need light
Cheese and recite, needs and be strife
The corner, where struggle and greed fight
We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right
Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light
Reality's a bitch and I heard that she bites
The corner
[Verse 5]
I wish I could give this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
On the corners, **** robbing, killing
Dying just to make a living, huh, huh
[Verse 6]
The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
Fires raged as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on different corners
Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful
[Verse 7]
Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers as
Cats with gold permanents moved they bags as herbalists
The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people working and earning
It's the curb get us, go where the cash flow and the current is
It's so hot that **** burn to live
The furnace is where the money move and the determined live
We talk shit, play lotto and buy German beers
It's so black, packed with action, that's affirmative
The corner
[Verse 8]
I wish I could give this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
On the corners, **** robbing, killing
Dying just to make a living, huh-huh
[Verse 9]
The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar
Our Stonehenge, our Taj Mahal
Our monument, our testimonial to freedom
To peace and to love
Down on the corner
Written by: Abiodun Oyewole, Kanye West, Leon Moore, Lonnie Lynn, Umar Bin Hassan