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cut the cloth you'll see a thread tear
Stitch our names together popping out like we Pierre
Bourne a Rolling Stone got sediments on my throne
Gotta

match no biggie one little stone hit but he caught 50
Fighting with my sword and my ammo got plenty
Like a two edge sword word of God cut deeply
Cant tell

altitude
Control your attitude
Or beware of what comes for you.
Oooh A new level
I never settled
Clothes tailored
By royal dinero
A new pharaoh, but born

as fuck
Warm me up I'm cold
I don't really know
But I think that I've been told
That my heart made out of what they got in El Dorado
My bones made of stone

and she pulled me out the deep end
She the type of girl that party every weekend
Going on vacation every week a different time zone
Feeling like you not

book shows like year round 

Don’t care where you go when the money in the thous 

Music loud 

Rolling loud in the backseat 

Hope 12 don’t catch us

Getting money fast , they only love you when you lavish
Took a trip to Dallas ,
Ima spend it by the thousands
Catch me in the club

With bad bitches think

without sin that cast the first stone
And based on my neck boy know them rocks are getting thrown
Both my bitches are bad, they both are
Suited in Goyard by

Another night another bottle of sweet red
What she said in the car parked by the shed led to a tough time for us both
Not knowing when to break

for the throne
This shit is a classic carve it out of stone
Feeling like Picasso when I create alone
Highest in the room when I step in here rolling top

can't pack up and go

Someday you're gonna remember when you're living alone
And the days are passing by like a rolling stone
Someday you're gonna

Tango
Free my soul

Sleepin' by myself and there's a stranger in my bed
Uh
Sweat fermented grapes I just need a cup for my skin
Uh
Smell the aroma
Full

honey
You don't know me you don't know much
Big bank roll don't fold up Yeah Za big dope I roll up rolling stone I am a rock and roller yea
This what they

life, it's a racetrack
I'm in the lead by a couple a laps, I'm in the seat like a F1 driver, I'm in the deep end like a scuba diver, back on the weekend

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

and seek my teeth into your reasons
Breathing by myself now, got lungs of my own
Spending weekends with air, and a dial tone
Tracing pillows for your face,

wo shocks
Till you binge on remorse
Thoughts blacker than The Moors
And a rolling stone gathers no Randy Moss
And my name hall of fame my account

turn to stone
The black denim jeans with the small pockets
You couldn't afford much you wore what your mom gotcha
You took ya sister out chilling out

to back now, Jogja to Jakarta
BLVCKMINDS, more than just a money we a black diamonds
Baby this, that TKO rolling with the punches
Workin’ on the weekend

We drink with lust and greed
Let the light of the night set the tone
A sound like rolling rock on stone
A spirit cloaked in flesh and bone
Making its

weekends cooped up in the trap house 
A bedsitter, four green walls, Khalifa bumping in the background
Allowance wasn't enough, pushed niggas to start

without no loan
My boat by the dock my dually on chrome
Pull a plow through the soil ain't no more stones 
F**k buying the veggies I'll grow my own
Trying

give me the smoke
Step up to me, I'll grab you by the throat
Take that fake Louis V and I'll piss on the coat, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah
Yeah,

give me the smoke
Step up to me, I'll grab you by the throat
Take that fake Louis V and I'll piss on the coat, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah
Yeah,