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the limit
And I'm staying consistent
Going the distance
Just a youngin from the East
With his message on the beat
Got a pocket full of dreams
Need a shoulder

compared to them
I am just stuffing my pockets with gold, the bronze is share and owed
Only crumbs are stone and rocks
Unattainable justice
Unexplainable

appalled
Labels have taken these kids by the balls
I pick up the call cause I'm numb to it all
Changing my brand man I'm giving my all
Never give a fuck if

could life could become by the month of august
All I know it's good for pockets good for the profits

Tell these niggas I ain't playin like a DNP
Do this

many Camaels its time to reap the wraith

I was lost
Now i'm found
Take my hand
Don't let me down

(Lord don't let me drown aye)

Pocket full of stones
I

Thinking Underage

Teddy Geiger

Underage Thinking [CD/DVD]

2006

So soon to say it's over 
Lets see what happens later on 
I'm sixteen the world just opened wide
I've got a pocket full of change 
I'm tired

Kind of Pimpish

MC Eiht

Last Man Standing

1997

on
Lovin' it so it must be right can't be wrong
With a pocket full of stones
Rib bones and greenery, that's blown
Home grown, watch your tone
Homeboy you

a walkin' paradox
I slay when it comes to savin' lives
I'll raise you guys up like
A Josh Groban soundtrack
Pocket full of Orbs, roll with me
You'll always

have no friends
Yo moms a strung out slut
And yo poppa a rollin stone
You ain't rockin wit real niggas
Black beatles is roaches bro
Yo girl is a crowd

like my last
Break a leg to help my chances for me and my cast
I'm not tryna throw no stones cause my house is made of glass
Keep on speaking your

give him the mallet
Make his head explode to teach him a lesson
I would've never guessed it
We all stone-cold killers and we never had a heart
What he

of God
And bloated men with their pockets
All full of bread but men don't live by bread alone
They sacrifice to a goddess
Whose open legs won't turn away

can't reach
You niggas bums
Like white girls at the beach
I'm the stone
Leaving frost on rap necks
That cash cheques just to flex on their ex
Then tell

empty pockets
All by myself! Cold as a stone!
Breathing in the air with the burning of my soul!
Broken, beaten up staying on the street with smoke!

Rebecca Romjin
Keep that cash pockets overflow full of romaine
All I think about is popping tags, I'm clothes minded
If we talking about some money, I can

a feature, better hit me with some plans
Pull up with a blunt, better be least five grams

In the desert with no sand, pockets full, I'm in the trap
Pushin'

genes, denim in another pocket full of stones
I drop a couple jewels, you'll be dazzled, then be gone I know your love is fickle 
Young King, Red wings,

the program
Yeah I took that S*** to heart, you felt my vibe and yeah
It still feels like I'm walkin in the dark, alone
My eyelids gettin heavy, pocket full

when big money heavy
Weight, all you been known to play with
I elevated from a pocket full of stones, grinding a grave shift

To push button activation,

Pockets full of nothing 
But a blind man's fool is gold
Never learned all of the lessons 
Just followed the smoke
The hardest days never seem to pass

house not a home 
I want a pocket full of stones and a four in my Sprite 
cnd this bad yellow bone I might bag her tonight 
I don't care about what right

a damn thing funny
Got a pocket full of that
Do the damn thing money
I ain't never had shit
So I gotta show my ass
I'm 100 to the death
On a mission for

for dead
If you ever said 
that you’d wanna be mine

What if I showed up to your glasshouse
With a pocket up full of stones?
I’d lose my mind
Cut off

Yelling it's the city
Yellow wrist all pissy
Pockets fat like missy
Baguettes 260
Every stone instrumental like ah Symphony
It's the Sim I put the Sim in