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 (we stone aged niggas) Stone face niggas (we all stone faced nigga)