Stones

[Hook]
I got a pocket full of stones, got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones, I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones, I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones, I got a pocket full of stones

[Verse 1]
When I first started back in 1999
Terry tried to pay me seven dollars for a dime
Started coming up, all them bitches knew my name
Cause every time I hit that corner in that pretty paint
Before I serve a [?] make sure ain't a copper up inside
A nigga ride clean and we was going on a flight
Cash went to stacks, then it went to piles
Dope fiends taking food out they baby mouths
I seen a nigga serve his momma only 15 years old
He was like "take this crack and get the fuck 'way from me ho"
Had the pearl white colors, Dayton with the vogues
Some niggas caught him slipping left him in it full of holes
Now the streets 'gon be the streets, and a fiend 'gon be a fiend
Over drug money, I done seen some shit you won't believe
Cause seeing it for myself really fucked myself up
And everywhere I went it became an instant cut

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[Verse 2]
Got me a Cadillac, just like my nigga had
I Think I had a Jacob too, mine had a yellow bat
I used to wear the Prada's then, shit I might bring them back
I had a lil' freak for every letter of the alphabet
Fine ass Candice - I call her "Candy"
I think her old man was a rat, I heard that nigga had them keys
Shit
I bought my first quarter from one of my older cousins
He showed me how to rock it up without losing nothing
Everyone in my neighborhood was clocking loot
Sold that Cadillac and got a new Crossfire Sports coupe
I got a brand new spot to stay
Team of hustlers that don't play
I got a detail shop to cover up the duckings I done made
To the point we only move that "Audio Dope"
Still got the pharmaceuticals, lean and smoke
Now them hoes they won't leave me alone
Cause they know all my niggas that I run with money long

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