stones - adriansings & hilgy lyrics
stones lyrics
[intro]
hilgy
[verse 1: hilgy]
all these rappers out here, they be talkin’ like they body beats
honestly don’t see it, but i see what they be tryna be
adriansings and hilgy, we about to build a dynasty
i ain’t too kind to people that be eyin’ me, i’m tryna be
i don’t talk to no one first unless they sayin’ hi to me
maybe that’s the pride in me, but 2019 time for me
i’m tired of apologies, my standards high
because every time that someone lie to me, these arrows fly
introverted with emotions, what is the balance?
i’m extroverted socially
every chh rapper be claimin’ they hot, but honestly n0body cold as me
i need some company, shoutout to aaron
i would call on canon, but y’all were comparin’
i am not here to make rapper friends when i am depressed
deep breath, i need some people that are authentic, y’all get it
depression i swear is not pretty
i need some friends, can’t call many
i need some change, turn to clark kent in the photo booth
get a load of you
you travel round, but show at the shoulder
do you ever wonder why n0body notice?
your music is hopin’ they notice you, oh my lord
this my time, i’m not made for nine*to*five
you better pay me to write these rhymes, at least two dimes for my cosign, yeah
and whenever i think about the time that i was livin’ up in the attic and makin’ music
the more my passion grew, i was more passive with yeshua
i was seventeen, now i’m back wit’ it, now it’s elohim in these handwrittens
you can’t tell me that i don’t act different, i was datpiffin’, now i add digits with the cash drippin’
everybody tryna level up, but they can’t get it
i’m independent with the music, it’s just me and mic, i’m not a has*been
[verse 2: adriansings]
yeah
it’s been a long time, i remember early days
pickin’ up a microphone hopin’ that we get to pray
shawty hit my line, told me nothing’s gonna stop me now
all the time and money that i spent is workin’ for me now
they don’t understand what it takes to be about it now
all their homies go and take their shots, i’m in their body now
so i’m plottin’ charts, i’ma tee out eighty*three
and i’ma school and mold ’cause i know they doubtin’ me
what you see? yeah
i like what i like, yeah, heard you want this life, yeah
black on black on black is wack on wack if you can’t write
all these wack boys claim the cross, the music trash
i don’t listen to it, won’t apologize for bein’ rash
this is more than music, more than clout, all that cr*p you talkin’ ’bout
you’d be better off workin’ at mcdonald’s, so shut your mouth
all that tour bus rappin’ and trappin’, it need to cease
magazine rappers in the centerfold, i’m in the crease
so they quiet now, but i’m on full speed ahead
you can catch me at the finish line with sweat on my head
hilgy told me to chill, ’cause i might ruin the brand
i hope they step to the plate, i got a bat in my hand, swing
[chorus: adriansings]
because i want it bad
just give me the rhyme and the time and i promise to put it in a body bag
’cause i never lack
you won’t catch me runnin’, i face all the giants with the stones i put in my bag
with my sling in there
it goes around and around and around
it cuts deep to the soul
just from one little stone, yeah
because i want it bad
just give me the rhyme and the time and i promise to put it in a body bag
’cause i never lack
you won’t catch me runnin’, i face all the giants with the stones i put in my bag
with my sling in there
it goes around and around and around
it cuts deep to the soul
just from one little stone, yeah
[outro: adriansings]
but we got plenty more
and we got plenty more
(yeah) and we got plenty more
(it cuts deep the soul)
(just from one little stone)
(but we got plenty more)
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