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would fold
I still held it down 
And I stuck to the code 
I was down bad 
Now my pockets on swole
And my wrist is on froze 
Put in that work on the road

Switch clothes like time zones
New Prada tee, I ain’t try it on
Just drop the bag and get moving on
Smoke Cali weed, cup overflowing
Pockets full of good

on me
Suicide doors on the flee
Cooking the white need a key
I'm gonna charge you a fee
Trap house full with Lean
Ship it out by the case
Shot the Nigga

Suicide doors on the flee
Cooking the white need a key
I'm gonna charge you a fee
Trap house full with Lean
Ship it out by the case
Shot the Nigga in his

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

pockets and it slipped in your couch
So say my name in your raps I go insane and attack
Hang you off of St. Nick by your chain and your chaps
Who set you up

the whole world I'll say I worked for it, hope you agree

My name is Cameron I go by CAL these days
And I've never claimed a gang, I represent my last name

I'ma leave more blood
Than a full pad
Period

Leave all the drugs
And the ass
Serious

If the B digging my pocket
It's fine
My pockets go deep

They wanna see me fall forget Christ my dawg I forget it too,
I get in my own way gotta let the spirit thru,
I hope you rubbing off dem whenever I

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hope
I want to live, I want to breath
I want these Millis, Rolls Royce, 
I'm praying 
Better Days are rolling, Day by day
50k(pocket money), Ways to ways

Time to go and get thus cash time to really glow up
I'ma go and get that bag pockets getting swoller
I was just thinking bout the past they act like they

a loose screwin
I just fuck off the money
Slimey I'm runny
Drip when its sunny
Pockets full they been lumpy
On the road it be bumpy
And my heart tryna numb

to pocket check you
For fuckin' what?
There hasn't been a dollar in
Those jeans since '07 dude really a bum
Nigga is you silly or dumb?
You went from beggin'

Hold up bitch, Too much scars that's on my body... 
I got. trust issues can't trust nobody 
Four pockets full, too much money don't need no wallet

with a pocket full of lint
But mama look at me now, little Stan is the man
And people go out they way to take pictures and shake my hand
I could run

Did a feature for the practice
Another one for the lettuce 
100 features later everybody wanna copy me like a challenge
Bank account full of cash
Oh my

to my goals, cause a nigga got something to prove
Shout out to my bros, I'm on the road, I'm in full pursuit
I've been on my own, paper route, in mode

the door
Pockets full of hundreds
An my neck full of gold
Im fresh off patrol
Im fresh head to toe
Designer out the store
Used to sleep on the floor
Keep

purse with a wad ass notes
I'm throwin' up 4's and my pockets full

He know (yeah) (Baby give me some cash)
She know I'm gettin' all kinda money (they

a Mickey
Know my pocket full of blues muthafucka (Yeah!)
Counting all this cash I done lost count
(I done lost count!)
I just wanna see that ass bounce

gonna pack a stan
You are a twitter stan
But I stand by the cross
On a road gotta cross
Killer row you have lost
Criss cross applesauce
I'm eating

M.O.B.

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

on the block 
Pockets full of rocks sellin'
Locers and smokers engaged twenty-four-seven
So what can you do for me and what can I do for you?
But stay true,

Green light  go
Errr thing hitting bring mo
Paid in full don’t owe
Like ace get money stay low 
Get to it that’s all that i know 
Hit the road time to go