Corner Close Day Lyrics English Translation by FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG
I haven’t touched a million yet (Hey)
I plan to one day build a stadium (Yeah)
Talking about hustle, my listener is like the FCC (Federal Communications Commission)
Cruiser Aurora, God willing, it’s just an acceleration (Yeah)
I’ve cornered the market; my customers are all amazed (They’re shocked)
I’ve been thinking hard about how long to stay in the game (How long to be a hustler)
It takes minimal effort to achieve maximum results
I only have rubles; otherwise, I’d be flexing with dollars (Flexing)
I can’t forgive betrayal (Yeah)
I don’t need fame, just cash and influence (Go away)
Artists chase numbers, ready, set, attention (B**es)
I’m in this race too, with understanding
I have an OG by my side, so it turns out
Compared to everyone you see here, we stand out
We make money; f* the cameras
We raised money on the corner, damn the cameras (Hey, hey)
I’m getting Stony for all seasons of the twenty-third
Used to rock a plaid jacket from Seska (Tu-tu-tu)
No Gletcher Gang, we don’t have glaciers (Yeah)
I’m getting my papers done, like a stapler (52)
I have an Azer shooter, and he’s black, naturally (Yeah)
Everything has its reasons, let’s skip the investigation
I used to be a brook, idle for a long time
And then the rats scattered; grateful for the adversity
Try hating on me in life, we’re at least six
I’m a quarter Jewish; I get hard for shekels (Yeah)
R.I.P., my white boy; he died under the influence
I was at his funeral, stood with his ancestors (Shi-u)
I don’t want to go back; I’m afraid of time machines
Made it to the stars through thorns; I don’t care about falls (Flow [?])
My sound has spread; FRIENDLY THUG is stereo (52)
I can blow smoke in a guy’s head; he’ll become Mysterio (Yeah)
“Why You Sell?” Because it brings in the cash
I took Shadow Project, YSL’s next (One shot)
I won quarters; they made me
My brother pitched in two million; looks like we hit the jackpot (Br-ra; tr-r; 52)
Yeah, looks like we hit the jackpot
Now the closet is full of skeletons; jackets from Arteryx
I’ve seen so many bricks, more than in the pool’s bottom (Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai)
My shooters are with me on my back, not on servers (Again, gr-ra)
I don’t hang out with b****es
My packs had ducks; I rode for days
I’m entitled to champagne; I rode with bags
Now we’re the guys with dope jackets
I’m getting Stony for all seasons of the twenty-third
Used to rock a plaid jacket from Seska (Tu-tu-tu)
No Gletcher Gang, we don’t have glaciers (Yeah)
I’m getting my papers done, like a stapler (52)
I have an Azer shooter, and he’s black, naturally (Yeah)
Everything has its reasons; let’s skip the investigation
I used to be a brook; I was idle for a long time
And then the rats scattered; grateful for the adversity (Ai-ai-ai)