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a slow is?)
Got my foot on gas
Can't look back, road is callin'
(Road is callin')
Back when I ain't have cash
She ain't even look, now she notice

A pocket full of dollars and a hand full of dreams 

Ain't nobody ever gonna take it away from me 

Ima break the mold do my own thing make my own way ok ok

Obie Story

Obie Trice

Second Round's on Me [Clean]

2006

Worthy, when he pop a jump shot
No worries, just a pocket full of sugar or whatnot
Hit the candy house on the block
It was pickle in them spot
Then

with the violence
Girl I know you always needed some guidance
Slim and thick she baddie & 5'6
She holding me hostage, I'm the top pick
Ain't nobody can

the circles are sycophantic
You’re under the illusion they’re the peeps you should rock with
Till you see their loyalty’s only as deep as your pockets shit

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

really on one
Pocket full of hunnids make my girl want to pop some
I've been in my zone
Did it on my own
I've been on the road You know
I've been In My

for da times I was chased round da road signs
Three times for da peace sign
Four times for the fo fo tucked by da do side
Five times, and I'm still live

by my ties
I aint the one numero uno pockets on sumo pushing a two doe
Riding with something that keep it a hunndo
I dont know what they on but long

guapo, you know that I been getting cash
On the road to more riches
Tryna hop inside my bag
Tryna give her something she can swallow
Pockets too full, but

feeling when you come up thumbing through them faces
With a pocket full of dead presidents I don't fuck with niggas like I'm racist

Cash rule everything

then he need to get stomped niggas pump fake and I'm never gone jump money callin' woke me up out a slump out on the road I hit a few bumps cash in my

aint got my pockets full of cash
Put it on my debit
If you aint talkin money
Hit the door
You can find the exit
If you want the smoke
Then set it up
Lil

Like we for real deal having this gas and shit bruh
Like no cap this shit be coming in by the bundles shit so much
We don't even be knowing what

make me a slave
Stuff my pockets till them bitches outta shape!

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid!
Weigh it up, break it down, bag it up,

breaker
Large tray full of shots like a bar waiter
Kamehameha, bar layer after bar layer
The chicken getting plucked if I pick 'em
I'm a guitar player like

Ever since me and Haris got cool
We do everything together like we Bodie & Poot
Here at Keep Hope Records we do songs by the two's
We present to you

Temp don't try to act nigga

Back in it bitch I'm back busy nigga for That Benji I'ma get up 
In my bag and get jiggy 
Got a bag full of sticky hope he

G.B just shine
Nigga I just grind
Its nino lucas but
I never been a snitch though
If I turn that road I hope I get ghost
Real niggas get snitched on
By

'cause I'm wavy
I'm four pockets full like that nigga Lil Baby
My niggas got a real bad name 'cause they janky
I gave a nigga bitch back today and he

when I get up to those gates I hope he notice me
Aint been to church in about a decade, tatt'd roseries
I think somewhere along the road streets took

Sekou Story

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

on to Dawn, nice ass with a set of mean twins
Had a pocket full of cash, Sekou wasn't lettin' me spend
I was there for the weekend, packed and prepared for

did was write pain
But I'm still runnin' the streets, line the hope one day I might change (cash)
My road through the trenches wasn't the cleanest

them of Mase, Wait
I'm a bad boy
Get trash bags full of cash boy
I'm in a Vanquish, not a Jag boy
Why you mad boy, cause you catch cabs boy
N' you