I Was Posted Up On The Corner Where The Sign Be Lyrics was Officially sung by YN Jay & Louie Ray and this song was released in October 31, 2020.
I Was Posted Up On The Corner Where The Sign Be Lyrics
[Intro]
Alright
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, yeah
You had a split second there to catch me, aight
Oh you had to catch me
[Verse 1]
You had a split second there to catch me
Black ni^^a, I be showing out at night like I'm Wesley
I'm in deep but I be movin' through this sh^t at a jet speed
I be really out here dealing with it, I can meet needs
Fresh ni^^a livin what I rap, you gotta meet me
You tryna earn a verse from JLK you gotta beat me
Bring it to him, put it up close, make it 3D
Don't think that 'cause I'm out here getting money you gon' eat free
(Yeah, alright, psh)
If this ain't the motivation, what it gotta be?
My west ni^^as having complications tryna vibe East
What's the chicken on a feature, bro? I think a five piece
You want Jay to say "Hold on!" oh, that's a 9 piece
I woke up in LA on the sheets with a dime piece
Bossin' over pasta with the shrimp, that's a light feast
20 thousand on me everyday, 'cause I'm icy
[Verse 2]
Okay
That's what we gon' do? Alright
I-, alright, I ain't gon' do that
I-, no, I can't do that either
I'll put the-, yeah!
I put the clippers to your head where the line be
I was posted up on the corner where the sign be
I knew I was doing good, they wanna sign me
I can f^^k this bi^^h for 30 minutes, wanna time me?
I can't swim but I jumped in the water, it was 9 feet
I just hit a bi^^h from overseas, she was Chinese
Ahhhh!
Freak bi^^h give me good head, it was sloppy
I done f^^ked my leg up tryna wheelie on a dirtbike
I done came suit and tie, got me lookin' like a church guy
I can see ni^^as hate from far away with my third eye, aight
bi^^h I don't want you, I want your best friend
Married to the money, you see Louie, that's my best man (Hahaha)
Okay, build the block up and knock it down like Tetris
Pull up on your block, shoot some deep like Stephen
[Verse 3]
People tend to f^^k you over man, I ain't helpin'
You can smell a nine on my breath, I just belched it
He couldn't tell I had my gun on me, but felt it (Bow, bow!)
This my real life I rap, I ain't wrestlin
I'm up late runnin' to the money now I'm s-, alright
I'm up late runnin' to the money, not sexin'
I be tryna tell it T to your face, f^^k textin'
Hot play plugged up in the truck, I stretch it
Pull up, sellin' ni^^as quarters on the ave, no necklace
I'm on the same corner, ni^^as die here, learn lessons
Reckless with the hand to hand, sh^t can get hectic
[Outro]
sh^t can get bad out here, ni^^as in these streets
It's not a playground ni^^a
Writer(s): YN Jay & Louie Ray.