Lyrics:
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never had a chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things
Every thing don't mean two things, watch this
[hook]
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two things [Repeat: x3]
want my toes sucked
Hook
Verse 3:
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
My 12 12, well, they carried my bricks
And them 12 12s, fiends they're
when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer and getting head
Dreaming
a stone I'm doing two things at a time (Raahhh)
smokin niggas up bro I'm just tryna get you high
know where to begin
Take a trip, take a trip
Speeding through the scenic
In my dungeon squabin' with my demons
Gotta keep it tuck
12 lurking i won't
some exemptions
Heart I once known, now built of stone
You wasn't there for them rides but my history shows
They left us in the cold
With thermal
free
In her dreamland fantasy
I love the way she dances
Like a bird she flies
Her hair enhances
The bright blue sky
Like a 12 gauge shotgun
She's a young
that I chose but I won’t chase you,
And I ain’t seen bro,
F*** 12 I hate you.
On a roll wit’ stones, I’m Rolling Stones
In the bando cloning phones
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
I need Christ
That's the only thing I know
I really can't breath right
I'm strangled by animosity from by own people
Lately it's hard to be nice
sight
Walk by faith
And not by sight
Walk by faith
And not by sight
I walk by faith and not by sight
Even when things ain't too bright
I know I believe
Guided by the strange birds with blue feathers
Sometimes depression visits and that's when I use my wrist as a canvas
And let these powerful emotions flow
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
heart to stone
But fuck it that's just how it goes, I'm tryna feel blunted
I always feel something
I need to find myself some moderation
Before I
I've been throwing stones, waiting by the river
I've been on my own, praying like a sinner
You've been gone too long, I'm waiting out the winter
I
I've been throwing stones, waiting by the river
I've been on my own, praying like a sinner
You've been gone too long, I'm waiting out the winter
I
I've been throwing stones, waiting by the river
I've been on my own, praying like a sinner
You've been gone too long, I'm waiting out the winter
I
back
And hit me with the 1-2 KO when you walk away
Make me ready to rumble that
Stone-cold killer up on your resume
Leave these bitches in a body bag
You
Everywhere I go is surrounded by backstabbing individuals
Always telling on their friends as if they was feds
When these motherfuckers took you in
Yeah we don't wanna do anything to scare your children
Thats the last thing we wanna do
No kap entertainment
I was on the road catching plays tryna
Live by the day
Live check to check
I can't wait till i find my home
Young man can't wait till i'm grown
Break it down i got sticks and stones
I don't
Soon as you tell me that you want space
I leave the club is you up late
I was hoping I could stop by I drove my own car just in case
Before I pull up
of these
Heart made of stone like
I ain't one to bleed
Unless I talk to god
Man,I ain't on my knees
They say they got the heat like
They lying 'bout degrees
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