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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

did it without a gimmick
You critics can't diminish energy
You never invented i'm a bad man
Head full of fire likе I'm Bam Bam
I mug the Kickboxer star

we don't condone him

Fucked up in the crib, fat
Bitch hit yo phone, Nigga
Niggas is retards, hit with a stone nigga

Bitch, I'm in my zone nigga
Yuh,

When 
Things
Get rough 
Pocket
Full of stones
Could they 
Bring me back up
He said
He going back
To selling crack
Nigga
What 
I said
Niggga niggga niggga

I got syrup, I got bars,ay..
I’m up all night tryna’ live life, if I’m wrong than who right?
Pockets on swole look heavy, rolling J’s like a “Rolling

I buy dishes for all my partners mama's/
We Got A Problem Sorry,
 We Got the Purple Barney/
We Got a Pocket Full of Stones,
come and kiss this

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

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

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

1# verse 

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

As she stands in the doorway
Number 4 rue vaborel
Pockets full of channel treasure
Courtesy of Saint Malo
In the shade of the departed
All the light

my eyes red like they bleed
No matter how stoned I get I guarantee
That I hop in the studio throw on a beat
Never gonna skate by like Birdhouse
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

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

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

Got my pockets full, count the hundreds and fifties
Feeling gritty from the nine to five
But the weekend got me catching a vibe
Make it feeling like

my nigga jacob
Slippin', he beat them charges, we winning
Its 10 o'clock on the
Strip these niggas touch
The work it's hard as it gets
I was just a by

nor man
Pledge my allegiance to nothing
I keep a pocket full of stones just in case I come across a Goliath in my travels
Sing my praises speak of my

definitely a pair just wasn't a pair of contacts 
I can't believe how many years have gone by since we last shared a meal no gourmet 
I was like mac and cheese

what was never bought
Ain’t give a hand out pockets full you ain’t dealt me my cards
You had yo shot you end up missing I ain’t returning calls
soldier,

seeing more green than Boston/ my stuntin more stunna than Stone Cold Steve Austin/ my time costing go hard and never softened/ pull up fresh and by itself

I don’t want today 
I got  bills  I cannot  pay 
And  I ‘m drowning in  the same old 9 – 5 
Pockets full of dreams
But my rainbow’s out of reach

Heard Of
Type Of Nigga Fuck Ya Aunt 
Get Ya Uncle Murdad 
Mmm
No Lenny Grant Pockets Full Of Grantz 
No Trash Diz A Hefty Bag
3 X The Bag Triple It

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