Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
to pay and a family, I'm workin' hard
But I got a life too, so I throw on my shoes and I live it y'all
I'm fresher than a peppermint and cold
A glimmering and youthful night
When I was used to being alone
No drugs, no alc, and parties
Left early then said I'm sorry
So why did I wanna throw a stone
In
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh)
I'm so lit Sports Center gotta post my clips
One lay-up
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup
you're stuck inside an airport
I'm not one for blood sport, but I'd play for you
If you need me you can reach me when I get North
I'll be a stones throw
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
understand but I been where you are to get to what I am
You can build a castle with the stones they throw
survivors become heroes
You are not alone You are
a private chef he shakin' his head when he look at me
Even though i got a guy that plans my shit financially
Bought equipment for some sports i don't even
Stone Throwers
Forced to go toe-to-toe, blow for blow
In a war zone with only stones to throw
Vilified by all sides
Vilified for small crimes
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup
with one tiny little stone
Waiting there (waiting there) for someone to take you home
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can
don't scrape the sky that high in Mississippi
Went from packed out houses where she grew up
To barely gettin' by off a tip cup
It was a brand new game, no
crazy
I don't even know why you would put me in this position
You somethin' else, bro
You trippin'
Walking alone
Million dollars on my home
Heated marble
[Chorus]
Represent! Get Krunk! Represent! Get Krunk!
If you know you're repping Jesus go ahead and throw it up
Represent! Get Krunk! Represent!
on my wrist
We so fly, we the shit
I wake up
Get the dough is on top of the list
On the move, I don't sit
Own my own I'm Yung Stone
Throw it up, I don't
Tears sweat and blood
Me and disaster flirt
We think we in love
Went and Got me a piece
What I need is a dove
Can't throw up the signs
That we seek from
Show me a part of you I've never known
Stone hearts you've hardened don't throw me away
This SoapBox ain't tall enough for me let's go
To the top
this not ya sport
Is you crazy?
Crossed ya mans over a girl who don't even love you
Is you crazy?
I'll take one for all my real wouldn't second guess man
and a chain
Life good you don’t wanna see the morge
Only wanna see the court, in a sport
If you ain’t happy i can show you to the door
And when you calling back
what I like
Suicidal drugs
Check the menu
Lean gon’ take your life
Up in a motorcycle
It’s a sport
Hear the engine pipe
I don’t believe in idols
Gamble
pimp my ride
By my car?s an exhibit, Huh, next critic
I don?t talk it I just live it, Just prove it
Tell the feds calm down, its just music
Man you cold
They wanna feel my gold and sport my Rolex
But P reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex
And when I step up on the scene I always hear them
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