Pocket (feat. Ashley)
How are you shedding thug tears
If real niggas don't cry
Let the wind blow back
Til my face get dry
Let the gauge blow back
If a nigga do try
Gotta find my own self
So I'm asking who I
In a world where
It don't matter who die
Gotta get my own pie or something
Just cause it manifested dont mean That it came from nothing
Niggas getting rich on Ponzi schemes
I'm having NyQuil dreams
I can't unsee these things
Spit heat like a broken AC
Who fuckin wit me
Get knicked like its Quincy Acy
A French bitch like bon appetite
Why you gon graduate
If you ain't tryna use a degree
But fuck it run it's the apolypase
Bomb set and I don't plan on stopping it
I may end up dropping it
On all of they heads
So call the cops
Call the Feds call the meds
You may need to get a vest
You may need to get a
Because I'm riding with my niggas
And Im riding round with dreams in our pocket
Got some green in our pocket
We may fuck around and fly away
Fly away
We may just fly away
Fly away
Because I'm riding with my niggas
And Im riding round with these Dreams in our pocket
Got some green in our pocket
We may fuck around and fly away
Fly away
We may just fly away
Fly away
Why do I always feel like
I can do it all by myself
Rather put the world on my back
Than to ask for help
Master schemes with the team Couldn't choose nobody else
Don't you wait for me to fly away
Fly away
Fly away
Break it down one time
The harder they fall
The higher may seem
Can't let the peak of it all
Determine the dream
But when they see me
They like there he go
Walls do fall like Jericho
They like oh you rapping
What you doing to yourself
Tryna do it all yourself
You can't do it all yourself
Go to school and play it cool cause you just ruining yourself
They ignore my cries for help
So I'll just do it by myself
If I explode I'll just explode
At least I'll lose it by myself
Riding with my niggas
And we riding with these dreams
In our pocket
Got some green in our pocket
We may fuck around and fly away
Uh a fly away
We may just fly away uh a fly away
Because I'm riding with my niggas
And we riding with these dreams in our pocket
Got this green in our pocket
We may fuck around and fly away
We may mess around and fly away uh a fly away yea
If real niggas don't cry
Let the wind blow back
Til my face get dry
Let the gauge blow back
If a nigga do try
Gotta find my own self
So I'm asking who I
In a world where
It don't matter who die
Gotta get my own pie or something
Just cause it manifested dont mean That it came from nothing
Niggas getting rich on Ponzi schemes
I'm having NyQuil dreams
I can't unsee these things
Spit heat like a broken AC
Who fuckin wit me
Get knicked like its Quincy Acy
A French bitch like bon appetite
Why you gon graduate
If you ain't tryna use a degree
But fuck it run it's the apolypase
Bomb set and I don't plan on stopping it
I may end up dropping it
On all of they heads
So call the cops
Call the Feds call the meds
You may need to get a vest
You may need to get a
Because I'm riding with my niggas
And Im riding round with dreams in our pocket
Got some green in our pocket
We may fuck around and fly away
Fly away
We may just fly away
Fly away
Because I'm riding with my niggas
And Im riding round with these Dreams in our pocket
Got some green in our pocket
We may fuck around and fly away
Fly away
We may just fly away
Fly away
Why do I always feel like
I can do it all by myself
Rather put the world on my back
Than to ask for help
Master schemes with the team Couldn't choose nobody else
Don't you wait for me to fly away
Fly away
Fly away
Break it down one time
The harder they fall
The higher may seem
Can't let the peak of it all
Determine the dream
But when they see me
They like there he go
Walls do fall like Jericho
They like oh you rapping
What you doing to yourself
Tryna do it all yourself
You can't do it all yourself
Go to school and play it cool cause you just ruining yourself
They ignore my cries for help
So I'll just do it by myself
If I explode I'll just explode
At least I'll lose it by myself
Riding with my niggas
And we riding with these dreams
In our pocket
Got some green in our pocket
We may fuck around and fly away
Uh a fly away
We may just fly away uh a fly away
Because I'm riding with my niggas
And we riding with these dreams in our pocket
Got this green in our pocket
We may fuck around and fly away
We may mess around and fly away uh a fly away yea
Credits
Writer(s): Trey Gibson
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