Corner Hustle 2.0

Quarter in my pocket, the sun's still asleep. Streetlights flicker like a heartbeat deep. Hoodie up, shadow stretch long and lean. Dreams in the cracks where the pavement's mean. One step closer to the neon glow. Every corner's got a story you'll never know. Corner store runs, chasing the dawn. Grab what you need, keep moving on. Bag of chips and a bottle of hope. Corner hustle's where we learn to cope. Corner store runs, chasing the dawn. Grab what you need, keep moving on. Bag of chips and a bottle of hope. Corner hustle's where we learn to cope. Candy aisle wars with a dollar to spend. Clerk nods like he's known you since way back When. Shelves whisper tales of hands that shake. Every bag of bread holds a dream to break. Glass doors hum with a buzzing sound. Every choice echoes the streets around. Corner store runs, chasing the dawn. Grab what you need, keep moving on. Bag of chips and a bottle of hope. Corner hustle's where we learn to cope. Corner store runs, chasing the dawn. Grab what you need, keep moving on. Bag of chips and a bottle of hope. Corner hustle's where we learn to cope. Corner store runs, chasing the dawn. Grab what you need, keep moving on. Bag of chips and a bottle of hope. Corner hustle's where we learn to cope. Corner store runs, chasing the dawn. Grab what you need, keep moving on. Bag of chips and a bottle of hope. Corner hustle's where we learn to cope.