Stones (Radio Edit)

We get the bread it's spicy like we copped Italian Hit the subway for the greens not talking scallions Runnin up mustangs on my street they all got stallions I'm trying hard to race em up get that medallion yuh They throwing rocks came from the sticks I'm talking literally Grew up near bushes in a fence where there was empty streets No where to go those sandy roads, had rain to help me sleep Hit 95 up on my whip they calling me McQueen I'm feeling stoned, not really tho, I'm in my zone Can't touch this flow, tryna break bones don't hurt my soul Guess' my skin's too resistant Judge ain't your role, you get imposed, ain't bein cold But you just froze, sometimes just feel like what they do to me is nonexistant Ingenuine it's fake, they wanna win in one take Gotta be persistent, sometimes explicit in order to get the cake It aint your birthday yet keep trying for another day Don't worry tho, you'll get it remember be careless and careful Don't get so stressed, you keep yourself up too late like a werewolf And just be cautious, don't get nauseous doin shit that's peril You can get feral, they produce memories so you don't get sterile I load the barrel, callin shotgun listen to my carols Keepin a lot in my bag, got bands, got bags rackin weights got racks Custom merchandise, like I'm changin price tags Now the public be callin Aunt Maggs, these words my textbook I be teachin elementary, the my words sly as a fox 21st century dawg No full-time need a salary, keepin watch but they can't tower me Keep a rolex in my favourites, just kiddin, it aint that time for me Stone up your hoe got an attitude, keepin it salty like Lowry's Despite the pebbles I be a rebel so I keep my atmosphere a positive mood I got some stones in my arsenal, Jesus ball in his (P)prime in an article My music not shallow like barnacles, BarnacleBoy turn my haters to particles I'm sorry Im a fan of the Earth but my exhaust is carbonyl Rep purple they callin me racist, that's my hue you can't take it I wash my shoes but don't tie up the laces makin for comfort not Trippin my taste is so good so sweet, I'm drippin Spaz on the beat I can't brag I'm elite, but I spent bags on my feet Now I'm workin round' 50 and I- I still gotta eat Girls relaxed on the street, I'm poppin off in 23 yuh (23, yuh, throwin stones)