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through 
Blinded by the bullshit 
Buried in the stress pressure bustin like a full clip 

Sick as a shipped slave 
In search of a safe haven 
Running

for me
You said we're takin' a trip cause I'ma pocket-full of TNT
What the fuck you gon' get? Them niggas ain't fuckin' wit' these
Well fuck it and feel

I be in the bread like a mofuckin sesame
Getting to the cheese cause that shit is a necessity
Uh
Pockets full of dead
It stay on my head
Spend

stone 
Then I guess I'm on some bionic type of rap that's outta pocket 
Like they losing watches in a new zone damn I'm really cold and I'm really

damn what a view
Made it back from the stu
With pocket full of cash
I just wanna spend time 
I don't really even care if we smash
In the air is

might flex but bitch we Easin along
U in a glass house I got a pocket full of stones in my condominium
Brauds Dominican
You can look at the stars wit

Death took lives of workers
And those who're left wanted their pockets full
One thought struck the employers
To let machines among the living rule

But

us,full of rappers
Abodam boys determined... nothing could stop us
We be stubborn but we get sense
We San Dey pet wanna elders
Dreams of being big like

engraved
The struggle is real an empty fridge
Gives an option to lick
Street life is a sin
Then give an option to win
Put your stones back in your pocket

ain't no more Glad Lock bags
When I was going rock for rock I had my matchbox mad
I used to stand on Botany with a pocket full of stones
But then them

of the apes
I use to the jungle

Bs on my line
That's a whole lot money

Hannibal Lecture
Meet and eat

Mumps in my pockets
Full of Dead people

Bank account

Hear am now
Played my game right aso mi
Pocket full ah ten milli
First man pon d stage
Last man standing
Cos mi shut it down already
Bull head mafia

I throw up five when I feel like the man
Get load by da pounds I don't get them in grams
I don't want no Love got a blunt in my hands
Can't ride da

by myself
Fuck you niggas didn't need no help
Pocket full of stones aint have no wealth
Talking about me like I'm death
This rocket here will hurt your

matress
With a thousand bitches in my room and dog this only practice
I got a pocket full a stones
Im a dog without a bone
On the throne getting blown

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Stick by me self, now a mi alone a walk it  dem say,  good friend better than pocket change, good topic but, dash weh dat blct saying deh

Pocket full of stones
Paint on the white school shirt
Lying in the grass
Nails in the dirt

What you want to be
Can't be on your own
Who you're going

how we do in the nawf (yeah)
Coupe out the scene
Switching lanes and ima go in between 
Pocket full of stone I walk with a lean 
Life is a movie I’m

Beat you black and blue like a savage brute that's moving through you
Column formation move out keep in back of the shooter
Stuff the magazine full

and a matching cap
With a couple racks, brody with me, so we got the strap
I cut all the snakes, funny, now my pocket full of grass
You can worry bout chasing hoes

I've been stapling my feet to the floor
'Cause I don't have the self- control anymore
Fill my pocket full of stones so I know that I won't take off

wanna label me, there's no conjunction
Paid in full by the light, this is my ascension
And i ain't gotta fake shit, ion need extensions
I'm talking

at the bottom
With my pockets full of stones now

I've been dreaming
Of colors that won't wash out
I'll be leaving
Yea-a-a-a-a-a

Show me your color that
Give me

a nigga
Pick me up
Who could
You count
When 
Things
Get rough 
Pocket
Full of stones
Could they 
Bring me back up
He said
He going back
To selling crack