Lyrics:
out of pocket
I had to get up and shine
I was tired of living my life in the dark uh
Screaming fuck all the love and the peace
You know it's up with me
was scared to let a day go by And you wasn't, sittin' right here by my side
Always fussin', felt like we wasn't gon' survive You stormed out, only thing
like i'm Shiloh
This is real life no movie no typo
No Cap tho
I've been on the grind tho
Get out the way you cant see me i'm on stealth mode
Said you
Hilarious
You only get one life
So take the shit serious
And I ain't fucking w these niggas no
Out here wallet full of green, smokin on sum piccolo
Gotta go
just want to have some fun
trying out my brand new gun
Lets go kill someone now
You life is done
Flesh rip it all off
Burn with molotov
Lets go out
Cos we coming from Queens
Jose Luis Gotcha, golden guns and tons
General, Emanual, Iraq emerald
Government out to get me, trying to stick me
Move
it
But what can you do I don’t complain
I try to get up out it
I said I’ve seen niggas die
I don’t talk about it
Been victim to drive bys I pray I
not for you
Third is you hate your job and it's not what you need
And by now you should know my thoughts on that: you gotta leave
Work is so s--t
Get
I'm feeling inside I can't even describe
I'm just tryna to get by used to be like why try
Pain didn't subside and you can see it in my eyes
Now that I'm
Yuh I said it Again
All of my life I put everything in
Days go by faster like when did it end
Making my moves I can't wait for my friends
Drop on my
the score
Cause I feel like I've been struck by lighting since you been gone
I don't wanna fight girl can we work it out
A lot of stress on my mind we should
awfully
When my one track is your whole fucking discography
Nothing in they pockets no wonder they be so out of pocket
Got this home advantage don't fuck
you leavin' now?
My lil' sister in this house, please don't try to air it out
They see me in that whip, hold on, get out I ain't gon' swerve it
You
ain't for free
You gotta pay to get that drop by
Got that coupe de ville on my checklist
We ain't gotta milk shit, there you go
Nesquik
Stop the beat,
cash
All my niggas in the, gangsta talk
And all my homies sippin' Hen', gangsta talk
If ya can't get out, and you mad as hell
Say "biatch," that'll
alive in the summertime
I'm steady on my grind
Way too playa to be phased by a bitch
And my niggas is ballers
Way to playa to get crossed by a snitch
She
that stick when we hitting a lick
Use common sense don't fuck with my click
They can't get in trouble they fresh out the pin
You don't want that smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I stay inside the penthouse
Watch the cheese move on the street
Life's a journey. I hit my goals
Yea, so priceless
Life so priceless nigga you understand me
Its just like that, my car so priceless
My bitch so priceless, my familia is so
a therapeutic thing
Proximity to the park is high on my list of priorities
You know it helps me get out that time
To pen down my passions and politic with my
a vibe (yeah yeah)
I'm living the life, life
Don Don Do Don't do deeds like
Get them deets
Do drops
Then Pray to God like, please (yeah yeah)
Do them jobs
to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fucking joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
I was born by the river
It put a rope in my hand
Still gives me the shivers
Where I let it land
I had to get out, get away
I had to get out some day
rains my heart starts drowning my vision gets cloudy
The flood moves around me
Everyday it rains no sign of the light as the time
Goes by 40 days and 40
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