Clear Stones

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Young Hrt

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Clear stones
Grizzly round' my shoulders and I bear arms
Bein' broke brought pain I cried till' my tears gone
Lil' bro coulda' been a legend but wasn't here long
RIP Lo
I kept workin' till my diamonds color cab dawg
I kept fightin' till my war wounds turnt' to scab's dawg
Bro taught the hood to trap purpose get a bag dawg
Just make sho' you on the rocket fore' I blast off
Task force put flashlights in the window woke me up out my sleep
I told em' "Only trust in God" hear my granny screamin' "preach"
Lawyer said it's fifty bands and that don't come with guarantees
That's when I had to realize that yo' freedom never free
Precious stones gon' fall out if I start grindin' on my teeth
My mama proud of me dawg so what else do I need
I spent time breakin' through shit I came out so TLC
She ain't even want a Birkin so I bought that girl a peach
F*ck the DOC, GOV, and the DEA
And any other forces put my hoodlums in a cage
Told her I don't love her back and I ain't even feel no shame
I ain't got a heart no mo' my youngin face is on a Hanes
Clear stones
Grizzly round' my shoulders and I bear arms
Bein' broke brought pain I cried till' my tears gone
Lil' bro coulda' been a legend but wasn't here long
RIP Lo
All these racks ain't enough hands to count it
Don't be a hundred I need you at a thousand
Tennis ball the Lamborghini make a bird brain out the Rari
I'm goin' all in right now no time for love bae I'm sorry
I ran shit like a halfback
I coulda' went to states
Pray God bless wit' me a son
And he inherit all my traits
We was in the trenches hungry
But had a lot on our plates
In her head like dandruff
But she allergic to the flakes
She hate Hrt but she love Christian I told her one come with the other
I can't condone the killin' but it's different bout' yo' brother
My youngin got hit had to see tears on his mother
I almost hopped inside the pan heat slidin' like some butter
If it ain't the home team it's no team
Lot of yo' bros don't know what bro mean
Told homie be strong mix wocky wit the protein
Got a couple lambs I never drive em' but them hoes clean
Band-Aid on my soul for once I don't feel I'm alone
Lookin' like a biker gang all our hearts are colored chrome
Artillery to the fullest I buy 10 choppas for every home
Gangbangin' generation his daddy rollin' like a stone
What you did for yo' hood I brought the trap out
My belt talkin' lookin' like I just left Smackdown
They can't sleep on us forever they got a nap out
Music found me I done left my heart at Badd House
What you did for yo' hood I welcomed felon's home
I got hoes goin' in circles like a Peloton
Demons keep him up he gulp bars like melatonin
We was chasin' bags ran until our belly gone
Clear stones
Grizzly round' my shoulders and I bear arms
Bein' broke brought pain I cried till' my tears gone
Lil' bro coulda' been a legend but wasn't here long
RIP Lo
All these racks ain't enough hands to count it
Don't be a hundred I need you at a thousand
Tennis ball the Lamborghini make a bird brain out the Rari
I'm goin' all in right now no time for love bae I'm sorry
Ouuuuuu
Ouuuuuu
Young Hrt got heart

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