AraabMuzik, Black Soprano Family and OT The Real - Turning Stones

To all my dawgs, who got it they own way
They say you can't get water from a stone
But you can get money
Let's go

I'm stacking my land, they thought I'd be just a flash and a pen
R.I.P. Weezy, that was my man I know some people who mad I ain't spend
I know some people who mad I ain't in Sell, hell, half of my friends
Mack is the rap that ain't happen for them, back in the trap and we at it again
Back to this crack as a matter of fact I remember way back all I had was my pen
Stuck in Canville with no motion appeal cause I pled to a deal and I had to turn in
Had negativity blocking my wins, bad positions I got myself in
I ain't get love, I sold my drugs Had to take every loss on a chin
I had to fall, that's how you begin I had to get up, that's how you finish
I ain't sit back and just chill in a minute, don't say a word, let them give you a stance
I took them chances, nothing was given, stayed on my toes, stayed on my pivot
They had me sitting way up by Ohio, Mom used to fly in and pull me for visits
I gotta stay moving, how don't you get it
Man, you saw the vision and said you was with it
I wanna call you and tell you we did it
But everything different I started with nothing, fresh out of prison
To get to the chicken, I get to a pigeon
You gonna find that if somebody hit it, the second it

No matter the situation, focus And fight through it
But when everybody else quits, that's when you won

Stick to the plan, focus on product and stick to your brain
Keep it 100, my hitter got jammed I know he's sick cause he sits in that van
I know he's sick when he think about his fam I know he good cause he know he got me
It's just another PWID, lawyer gon' snipe him for some way to beat
Man, look at these charges, look how we eat, there ain't no sand on Kensington Beach,
You don't even know I been on probation, parole more than I been on my feet
The second you thinking you cool, is the second they turn up the heat
Look from afar, don't be in the wrong person car, you won't make it off of the street
Shit isn't sweet, I just been laying in stack I just been dropping, collecting the bread in the bag
Gone for so long, I gotta have lots going on to make up for the past
You say you trying to make your money last I say I'm trying to make my money fast
I buy a brick with a property bag, double up, quick, get the property back
Labels say, nah, they ain't off for a bag, they didn't see the potential
I had to get it myself, now they just see my credentials
Strength deep in my mental, I wrote my way out of murder zone
Burn a army with a burner phone, we was out there really turning stones

Written by:
Abraham Orellana, Stephen P. Odell

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