stone age

cuban with the bcg medallion and it's never tucked

don't throw stones at kings

unless you want a stone on your grave

i made waves out the maze of the ghetto

sparked shit i been hot out the kettle

meddling minds get the metal

say hello to the devil

i'm half god

half pharoah

i'm from the era of corvettes and camaros

my circle

violence on every corner but death we never fear though

that's just the way we was raised

break it all down and sell it that's the way we get paid

cope with the pain

take a blunt to the face

so any trouble we come across

we hardly get fazed

we from the stone age

hearts made from metal and stone

cold face

never see emotions exposed

at least five deep

never do emotion alone

it's just the creed

code of the streets that we always be on

so in the presence of the please watch your tone

i mean we don't wanna wyle out on no violent shit

we just trying to stack money

be positive

leave the monstrous ways

tap into our consciousness

but odds is just

not on our sides

with all these hating ass niggas trying to lean on your pride

and eye to eye we don't measure up

i'm cut from a different cloth that isn't feather stuffed

i mean i'm motorcycle jacket leather tough

cuban with the bcg medallion and it's never tucked

stone age niggas

stone face niggas