Lyrics:
the wall
(Some in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')
(Spark a couple of and get blown away)
Come on and take a ride, triple to legit ballers
It's a full time job, trying to maintain
Want to stay right but right be broke, a nigga can't eat with
Dreams and hopes
Steady be thinking of sell
but they single me out
For being too damn real 'cause I ain't a sellout
Go ahead, smile away, put the cash in your pocket
You can be recycled but
scared)
Bitch you best not pressed the shit
I'm not too impressed (I'm not too impressed)
Me and gang gon clutch the shit
Not worried bout a full court
Hmmm yea
Baby can I hit your line, hit your line?
Talk to you all the time, yea all the time
Wish you could stay the night, every night
Hope you
I just feel that I am destined
A story full of pain, to a story full of pleasure
From I got a lot to gain, to the treasure getting measured
Bets,
And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp
You get found under the ? in the trunk by the bazooka
I'm on the side of the road just like
He's the mani man, I wouldn't trade him for no other man
I love you man, you my little man
I hope some day we can talk like men, right now you're
on cash
Pee game and she eyeballin' Lookin' for good, they cannot get it
That's Christmas with a full stocky Bein' broke was no option
Rollie with that big
here
Relieve what you neglect to expose
And I know you won't stay near
Intrigued by the world of the souls
Drinks keep flowing
Pocket full of beans we
Starry Nights
With a pocket full of Hope
He Had a dream
Still a long way to go
We crossed some tracks
Never built that road
With a couple of my friends
some good, I'm the someone who stops saying I could
Do this or do that, do it now, how about that
Cash me outside, the wide road is fat
Full of people
pocket full of cards, I'm a referee
Ain't it funny how this money that I'm gettin'
Came from fuckin' PA's like I'm sleepin' with a secretary
Secondly,
gone move like a thief slipping through the seams
Swipe right swipe left yeah
She's swiping your soul
While she's counting up your cash
You can even
Pockets full of fetty big sauce like spaghetti
Im the motherfucking great I cant let a hoe stress me
Bitch start to act up she block her own blessing
I
spray I'll leave 'em smelly
I ain't talking free-breeze
They full of hate and they envy
Shit be cutting real close
Shorti swear she love a nigga
But be
somethin' like a mail man
Get his coin cuz he deliver dimes
Hope he don't end up in the can
Story so common coulda been mine (Fax)
Past full of woes... no
nice but baby so naughty
Let's for real go to the cribbo for the after party, uh
This for the ones with pockets all full of 1's
Just tryna change em
right on by while you decide to move complacent
I sea to change the tides, whatever side the moon is facing
Well, shit, water may flow, men get ice, road
warned
Step like Griff said go get a late pass
Hope you're armor platted when
The Dilated blast feel the full pressure
Rakaa the mic messenger
My DJ get
Whoah, now that I'm back on the road
I see my heart actually cold
Pain that I been through attached to my soul
I can't say I miss you, I'm better alone
Get
yourself by the amount that's on your wrist
Over you do they reminice, I don't know but it's prevalent
Energies we bring's evident I just do this out
mind
All that hating and they still ain't paid, yet
By the way, I got a 100 bands stuffed in these beige sweats
Got bags full of money, still ain't
destruction
("Uno, dos, tres, cuatro")
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Ready to party
Money in your pocket, dying to move your body
To get inside you paid
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