Pocket Full of Hope
With a pocket full of Hope
Hittin' on the Highway
Sliding ninety four
Had to hustle my way
With a pocket full of Hope
And if I shine, you shine
And if I ride, you ride
And if I fly, you fly
With a pocket full of Hope
Cold weather shenanigans
Remember the bill in my face and then the hammer wind
Remember the Southside
Them boys drive me over North like find your way home
Yeah, I remember it
The right prices, nobody complained about it
Perfect the recipes, welcome the raid around it
It was Block and I, fightin' for a piece of the pie
Swear we take a flight, the limit's the sky
Hittin' on that Highway
Sliding ninety four
Had to hustle my way
With a pocket full of Hope
And if I shine, you shine
And if I ride, you ride
And if I fly, you fly
With a pocket full of Hope
It was Block and I, just the two of us
Drugs gettin' used, drugs usin' us
Nothin' new to us
It was one of them nights, forgot where I parked at
Pocket full of work, it's gettin' hot where the spot's at
He was high as hell, let some clients see his heat
And they was high as hell, paranoid, callin' police
6 a.m., doin' grams, slumpin' with the homegirls
Now the door's gettin' kicked in to fuck up our whole world
Hittin' on that Highway
Flyin' on the Float
Had to hustle my way
With a pocket full of Hope
And if I shine, you shine
And if I ride, you ride
And if I fly, you fly
With a pocket full of Hope
Hittin' on the Highway
Sliding ninety four
Had to hustle my way
With a pocket full of Hope
And if I shine, you shine
And if I ride, you ride
And if I fly, you fly
With a pocket full of Hope
Cold weather shenanigans
Remember the bill in my face and then the hammer wind
Remember the Southside
Them boys drive me over North like find your way home
Yeah, I remember it
The right prices, nobody complained about it
Perfect the recipes, welcome the raid around it
It was Block and I, fightin' for a piece of the pie
Swear we take a flight, the limit's the sky
Hittin' on that Highway
Sliding ninety four
Had to hustle my way
With a pocket full of Hope
And if I shine, you shine
And if I ride, you ride
And if I fly, you fly
With a pocket full of Hope
It was Block and I, just the two of us
Drugs gettin' used, drugs usin' us
Nothin' new to us
It was one of them nights, forgot where I parked at
Pocket full of work, it's gettin' hot where the spot's at
He was high as hell, let some clients see his heat
And they was high as hell, paranoid, callin' police
6 a.m., doin' grams, slumpin' with the homegirls
Now the door's gettin' kicked in to fuck up our whole world
Hittin' on that Highway
Flyin' on the Float
Had to hustle my way
With a pocket full of Hope
And if I shine, you shine
And if I ride, you ride
And if I fly, you fly
With a pocket full of Hope
Credits
Writer(s): Khalid Allah
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