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lirik lagu drewfrmdastreets - pocket full of stones

i got a pocket full of stones and a prepaid phone
all the fiends keep dying cause the dope too strong
blow the doors off the trap serving all day long
brittany blowing up my line god d~mn hold on
7 in the morning, junkies lined up down the street
i’m parking 6 blocks down, they think i pull up on feet
i got 10 gram bags, in the trunk with my heat
and ima bust these b~tches down what you want what you need
you try to rob me boy you going out sad
got ar 15 in a baseball bag
on my hip i got a 40 ~ 17 up in the mag
and i’m a blow this b~tch for real and i ain’t saying it to brag
got it bustin, yeah the city in a headlock
same spot for six months straight this sh~t red hot
f~ck the feds i ain’t leaving til the bread stop
you’ll never catch me slipping you will never see my head drop
i’m bout my money i ain’t never been a flunky
you a dummy you would never catch me f~cking on a junkie
i’d rather f~ck a fat b~tch on her period
and eat her from the back boy i’m drop dead serious
i took some losses but i gained me some experience
if you ain’t lived the type of life i’ve lived then you ain’t feeling this
you wanna see the ones that hate the most the ones you chilling with
they wanna see you fall off and go broke, they just concealing it
think i’m cappin go to jail and see what happen
baby mama out here f~ckin, and your dog the one that’s clappin
they ain’t sending you no money
they ain’t picking up the calls
while you fighting in that cell
they knocking pictures off the walls
but don’t get mad, when you get you gonna ball
winners gonna win and losers lose that’s just the law
this ain’t what you wanna hear right now but this that real sh~t
you jump up in the field it’s just some sh~t you gotta deal with boy
(yeah)
jump up in the field its just some sh~t you gotta’ deal with
jump up in the field its just some sh~t you gotta’ deal with
jump up in the field its just some sh~t you gotta’ deal with
the ones that hold you down, thats the ones you keep it real with
you jump up in the field its just some sh~t you gotta deal with
(ay ay ay ay)

i don’t give a f~ck about a hoe or a b~tch
clock running down i’m still trying to get rich
yeah, i really started from the bottom
break the rules you know i fought them
beat the game with a code or a glitch
either way goes i gotta give me a check
couple bad days i ain’t gave up yet
i got a will l got a way ~ i got to get paid
i’m selling toothpicks. i’m a keep them on deck
so smooth so cool i won’t break no sweat
watch how you move watch where you step
disconnect your neck when the bullets eject
i won’t make no threats, come at you direct
(yeah)
out here by my lonely
f~cked up no friends no homies
keep your hands to yourself you don’t know me
run up on me, boy i’ll go out like tony i’mshooting like kobe
you ain’t my woady don’t shake my hand
i be chasing them bands you be taking the stand
pull up hop out glock out you ran
all that wolfing at the mouth gonna get you blammed
doing all that rah~rahlike f~ck you saying?
get in that jam you’ll prolly tell on your man
i ain’t with the games, ain’t doing no playing
need to get off my d~ck b~tch you acting like a fan
(uh, yeah)
i do it for the money b~tch you do it for the gram
that b~tch a hoe she’ll do it for a gram
(real sh~t though, i seen her do it)

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