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dealing
But I'mma hypocrite because when I told him I had drugs on me
That extends leaping off the hip so I can't judge homie
My pockets full of knots but I

tight  and turn to a pillar 

I’m gon cash in this 
Patience 
Hope god he bless me
The dealer 

It’s a sign from above

It’s the lord y’all 

Took a lot

I told you I ain't stoppin
get to upgradin my pockets
had ppl say I ain't worth the time
and them ole girls get to jawsin
so let me know if you ain't

gonna pack a stan
You are a twitter stan
But I stand by the cross
On a road gotta cross
Killer row you have lost
Criss cross applesauce
I'm eating

lets just have fun
Pocket full of cash we can light it up
High speed dash lets get turnt up

What a fine day im geeking
Winter breeze kicking inn
Lets

the weak
I dont play I quit school kus of recess
Its like we turn to food whenever we stress
Kus my pockets full and my teeth wet
They say the best offense

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

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

I made the cash up, full up this runner
Just bought it, these niggas be falling in on it
Yeah, spit the bars or the microphone The bitch is on, wear

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

your bitch, metabolic
Listen to my sonics,two faced, that’s a problem
You’re not being honest, just pleasing my conscious
Pockets full of money going

keep on walking on the path (Keep on)
Road to the riches every time you see me pass (Walk on)
Bad bitch make it stop every time she walk by (So bad)
Hold

They ain't really moving like Mack
Pockets ain't really full of cash

Funny how the lies turn fact
Tragic how my heart turned black
Knew that they would

do this shit till pass out
As soon as got it I cash out
My pockets are full of holes
I'm praying to God that
I make it with these doubts
I've been low

Disposed of all our manners
Jacuzzi surrounded by forty Gucci candles
While she does my manicures
All my sandals gotta rice-a-roni
Necklace look like

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

I’m never gon mention it was always my intention for my niggas to live lavish get dat cash and live life

Written by J.Lewis

even matters
I hope my words everlasting
It ain't just the cash that i'm after
For the skills that i mastered
Naturally i should be headed for my

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

Heart broke, pockets full of nothing
Put the phone on do not disturb
It dont matter anyway 
She dont even text my phone 
Cant believe my heart got played

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

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

pon mi waist,
Run up pon me, Brawling yuh get 3 in a yuh face,
Pocket full a cash, dawg me cant walk straight,
Mi grab cash and fling in a safe,
Money

I can't fuck a opp bitch it don't seem rite
Catch a opp in traffic Nigga that's a geeen light
Glock by my pillow help a Nigga sleep tight
If it ain't