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on the ground, it's the finest thing I've ever
Found, so many pretty girls outside today, my eyes are spinning around
We moved out to the hills, with a pocket full

the gate, I got too much space
I'll get lost
Bags, bags, pockets stay full of that cash
Fast, fast, that's how I come drop off them bags
Bad, bad, my bitch

Now am making history
Baba God we just
They pray for the long slip
Make pocket full
Make e reach soh long sleeves
All I do is pray for better days
I no

a rash
I'm making the bread, in my pockets is cash

Ridin' round, that's the Redeye, I'm a red-eye, high as shit
The whole gang gettin lit
The whole gang

check by my name, so bitch you know the cash ain't estimated
Now every fuckin thing I drop it blow I detonate it
Uh, bitch this yo first and last

a text said i hope youre doin well
Countin up this cash i cant keep it to myself
I be makin dubs you just took another L
Made 100 bands i cant hold it by

to worry
About any others that jockin, or stalkin
Low key trying to hollar when walking
Passin by with ass out the pockets
But just as things got a lil

Got my pockets full, count the hundreds and fifties
Feeling gritty from the nine to five
But the weekend got me catching a vibe
Make it feeling like

Cigarette buds and pocket full of menthols 
Speedin down Main Street
Midnight rolled and it passed
Hit up every corner store and run it for a laugh
Say it

Driving in the hidden hills, get out ya feels boy
Passin by opry mills, inside the 'Ville boy
Milestones get a mill, then get a billion
My hooks all

with resilience

Just like that, talk smack
You get knocked in the head, take a nap like Snorlax

Run a man cash, cuz I want full bags
Big brain villain,

my dreams will not be swayed. Finding joy in her

I decided to wait longer before I got laid
My pockets are full and my soul is at peace. I'll embrace

all the demons on my conscious
For my people who ain't bosses, pray that change will come
I'm Major 1 about these profits say Amen to him
Pockets full

i-15
Pretty girly in my right side seat smoking weed
Time 3:33 headed back to my hotel suite
With a couple liters of whisky
Got a pocket full of cash

Man I ain't even love myself

I was 25 own crib own whip
Wit a pocket full of chicken and a phone full of chicks
Thought I was in my bag
But the devil

father 
I am a prophet
Walk this road 
So my kids can profit 
Weight in they pockets 
I'm headed for the stars 
Blasting off 
My team rocket
Houston we

father 
I am a prophet
Walk this road 
So my kids can profit 
Weight in they pockets 
I'm headed for the stars 
Blasting off 
My team rocket
Houston we

of smoke
Loaded burner in my right coat pocket I'ma rouge
Hit the road and hope I'm welcome elsewhere
Compare every pro and con call it self care
Unfair

me
And play to my emotion
Like a drum
You're aiming to control
And tie a rope around me
But I am not the one
I know you hope to find
A broken open mind

They counted me out
They left me for dead n my pocket a drought
Y'all looking for clout
The money was calling it pointed me out
Ya heart full of doubt
I

Knows 
Where my life goes 
Hope it's on point


Verse 1 - (Trapsin)

Me and my Dogs we've been doing the most under the Hills of Good hoping by pointing

In the basement flat, by the garages
Where people dump their mattresses
Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches
The slats on her blinds are
All

youngster for a body
Gave him no deposit
Boy your time ticking
I can't weight like I'm on a diet
Walking out the bank
Look like my pockets full of stolen

"Beat daddy back" and she know it
Hope a nigga pull out them
Racks and just show it
Send a nigga up like a kite, let him blow it
I'm the one that was