Correction Lyrics Made of Stone by Tom MacDonald

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I said a prayer to the man
I did the work with my hands, yeah
I never care what they said
I ain't paid the rent with their respect, yeah
I ride with my family and friends, yeah
The Honda turned into a Benz, yeah
Ain't signing no deal with them
It's independent till I'm dead, yeah
The world is too crazy I'm coppin' a crib in the middle of nowhere
You get hit with a shot from like 400 feet if your dumb enough you try and go there
Spending a grip on my privacy
Hang Over Gang down to die with me
Take a mil out my paypal and give it to homie to find you if you tryin' to hide from me
Stop playing, I'm the best out
No rooms for the Billboard plaques get the guest house
Bet it all on me, till the checks bounce
Middle finger in the air and my head down
I see, I see, I see, I see life like its the 90's
Got the baddest attitude future still so shiny
Before the hope was gone, Gameboy, playing Pokemon
In my folks garage me and my bros home alone and smoking lots
Treated every single dollar like its gold or something

Poof, life changed, ears, neck, wrist like the ice-age, I'm paid
The only thing different is we hit em' with a blicky
If you trippin', we ain't stick em' with the knife blade

It might not be a fairy-tale, but it ain't a horror story
We-re all gonna' to fail, we all got to say we're sorry
I wandered off the trail, tried to find the places for me
And yeah I got it all, but it ain't what I asked for
And I ain't made of stone, but I'm going cold, nah, nah
It ain't like before we were young and grown, nah, nah
Moved away from home, made it out our own, yeah, yeah
Now we got it all but it ain't what we asked for

I made a choice and a move
No one believed till I blew up
No I am the boy in the booth
Forgive me if I'm in a mood, yeah
Rappers all claim that they shoot
Cause nobody cares what the truth was
Say I'm offensive for views
But they just upset because they do suck
Hey, I got the power of God
The lower case 't' in my name is a cross
Get hit with a round and outline them with chalk
We're jumpin' the lines like it's hop-scotch
Four years till the biggest independent
Never needed record labels, never took a single penny
I'll be happy rolling solo, like I don't know how to end it
And I don't know where I am headed
But's it's lit, lit, lit, lit same kid that sold his bike for weed
Same kid pop pills every night for weeks
Same kid hated on they didn't like my jeans
Same kid way back as the kid in me
Uh, Tupac, no doubt, Offspring, O'Rock, Kanye, Slim Shade, Little Wayne taught me to get paid
And I did, did, did, did still dream like I'm sixteen
I don't care about the money or a big screen
I still do it cause I love it
And I'll shoot them if they're comin'
Cause nobody is stoppin' this except me

Poof, life changed, ears, neck, wrist like the ice-age, I'm paid
The only thing different is we hit em' with a blicky
If you trippin', I ain't stick em' with the knife blade

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