Out of Pocket
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Okay
Ha! Yeah, Look
You can tell boy
I'm fly as hell
Got plenty clientele
Working on my aim
So my enemies are dying well
Well, I'm in the mix
Don't wear designer kicks
J's on my feet
Big stepping on my own cement
Mint, like my condition
I'm in position
Killers on my team
And we live and die
About the mission
Miss ya, it's been a while
You know I've been involved
Tryna change the world
So I can't let nothing stop me now
Now, that's what it is
Always been bout my biz
Blood, sweat, and tears
And that's not just cause of my percent
Sense, some of y'all ain't got it
Always keep it honest
I'm gon' talk my shit
Don't give a fuck they think I'm out of pocket
In my pockets, I keep some gravy
Spend it on my baby
I ain't broke no more
But I ain't rich yet
So it's fuck you pay me
Pay me, just pay the fee
I don't like breaking knee'
Made it out to LA
Ain't it better than they said it'd be?
Beat, I blow her back
And make her sing on key
Always want me back
Really I shouldn't even fuck for free
Free, I'm giving game
Call me the giving tree
Smoking berry flavors
And I twist until I'm out of leaf
Yeah I ain't got the time to waste my time
You're diamond
I'm slimy
But I know it's alright
I'm a killer but I give you kindness
God was blessing me to make you mine
You're fine, yeah, the finest
And now you caught my eye
Let these silly hoes keep on cryin'
Yeah I ain't got the time to waste my time
See a opp, and I run up on him
But imma love you if you don't cross me
I'm a sinner but I can't quit tryin'
God was blessing me to make me fly
I'm fly, yeah the flyest
And I put that on me
Fear God, but don't fear dying
Look, you can tell boy
I'm fly as hell
Got plenty clientele
Working on my aim
So my enemies are dying well
Well, I'm in the mix
Don't wear designer kicks
J's on my feet
Big stepping on my own cement
Mint, like my condition
I'm in position
Killers on my team
And we live and die
About the mission
Miss ya, it's been a while
You know I've been involved
Tryna change the world
So I can't let nothing stop me now
Now, that's what it is
Always been bout my biz
Blood, sweat, and tears
And that's not just cause of my percent
Sense, some of y'all ain't got it
Always keep it honest
I'm gon' talk my shit
Don't give a fuck they think I'm out of pocket
Okay
Ha! Yeah, Look
You can tell boy
I'm fly as hell
Got plenty clientele
Working on my aim
So my enemies are dying well
Well, I'm in the mix
Don't wear designer kicks
J's on my feet
Big stepping on my own cement
Mint, like my condition
I'm in position
Killers on my team
And we live and die
About the mission
Miss ya, it's been a while
You know I've been involved
Tryna change the world
So I can't let nothing stop me now
Now, that's what it is
Always been bout my biz
Blood, sweat, and tears
And that's not just cause of my percent
Sense, some of y'all ain't got it
Always keep it honest
I'm gon' talk my shit
Don't give a fuck they think I'm out of pocket
In my pockets, I keep some gravy
Spend it on my baby
I ain't broke no more
But I ain't rich yet
So it's fuck you pay me
Pay me, just pay the fee
I don't like breaking knee'
Made it out to LA
Ain't it better than they said it'd be?
Beat, I blow her back
And make her sing on key
Always want me back
Really I shouldn't even fuck for free
Free, I'm giving game
Call me the giving tree
Smoking berry flavors
And I twist until I'm out of leaf
Yeah I ain't got the time to waste my time
You're diamond
I'm slimy
But I know it's alright
I'm a killer but I give you kindness
God was blessing me to make you mine
You're fine, yeah, the finest
And now you caught my eye
Let these silly hoes keep on cryin'
Yeah I ain't got the time to waste my time
See a opp, and I run up on him
But imma love you if you don't cross me
I'm a sinner but I can't quit tryin'
God was blessing me to make me fly
I'm fly, yeah the flyest
And I put that on me
Fear God, but don't fear dying
Look, you can tell boy
I'm fly as hell
Got plenty clientele
Working on my aim
So my enemies are dying well
Well, I'm in the mix
Don't wear designer kicks
J's on my feet
Big stepping on my own cement
Mint, like my condition
I'm in position
Killers on my team
And we live and die
About the mission
Miss ya, it's been a while
You know I've been involved
Tryna change the world
So I can't let nothing stop me now
Now, that's what it is
Always been bout my biz
Blood, sweat, and tears
And that's not just cause of my percent
Sense, some of y'all ain't got it
Always keep it honest
I'm gon' talk my shit
Don't give a fuck they think I'm out of pocket
Credits
Writer(s): Clyde Kelly Atkins Iii, Hafsteinn Mar Sigridarson Khan
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