Lyrics:
week I watched fifty thousand grams go
Pocket full of money, Army full of Rambo's
Trunk full of bricks, Hand guns full Ammo
Even got detectives if
I got a pocket full of stoooonneess
And they wont leave me alooooonnneee
I got a pocket full of stones but they are actual stones
I pick em up like
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
money where my mouth is, let it parlay
I swear you can get money in a lot of ways
You ain't gotta sell drugs to
Get them pockets straight
I'm
fill my bank get my bank full
Fill up my mufuckin safe
One day Ima buy me a wraith
Ill live in a mansion by the lake damn
Like its my birthday want that
of the ceiling are painted in blood
The lights go down, the red curtains come apart
The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart
And the coins in my
strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
Give it to 'em with no edits
Keep it rough around the edges
If I stumble during the rhyme my dj'll just scratch the record
Bars going to make you
lurking lurking...
Where's crnold or Danny..
So u gotta go with ur guns ...
Like anxiety with Xannies...
I think I deserve a pocket full of bennys ...
c
I was born to make it happen -
Make the waves;
Pockets always empty but my mind is
Full of Change;
Cruising down the streets of Manhattan,
From
Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack
A couple grand for the Louie band nap sack
Understand I'm the man who you can't match
Money man minivan full
under the stone
Got a pocket full of posies but the devil with the pitchfork never seen me before
Black and gold soul gave me aspirations of living for
don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like
Had to cut some people off like a DJ
Couple homies got blinded by the lights
Gave ‘em a pie but they wanted my slice
Everybody can’t live my life
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
That means that you're a dummie so don't say a thing
I got so many hommies
Young problems ?
Boi I got so many hate
'Cause I'm doin great
Pocket full
tryna smoke
Plus they already fucked up
Man I can't lie, this a hell of a life
Pocket full of money
It's gonna be a hell of a night
We just smoke
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
by the K
Fist full of hundreds
Pocket full of gas
Crash the Rolls Royce
Throw that bitch in the trash
Get another one
Like DJ Khaled in this bitch
Car
spread my wings
Full time
I don’t ever get a break
One day the whole world gonna know my name
Until then it’s just me and my safe
Written in stone can’t
That's why they plotting against me
Remember my pockets was empty
Now all these bitches so friendly
Know that they trying to end me
Come on dawg keep it
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