Pockets

'Larm been going off I'm yelling, "Mayday!"
Counting up on payday
Cuzzo been my dog just like I'm

Pockets getting heavy, yeah
Pockets getting heavy, yeah
Pockets getting heavy, yeah
Ay

Pockets getting heavy, need a bank today
Motive with a minor in a major way
Tried to kick me out but I was made to stay
Flourishing the spectrum in insane arrays

'Larm been going off I'm yelling "Mayday!"
Counting up on payday
Cuzzo been my dog just like I'm Ray Jay
Priming up my digits like I'm AK
Running from the chain and through the nation like I'm Safeway
Eight-day weeks
Collecting-bread decease
Never sold my soul but I might burn it for release
Relief from my mind
Belief in the soul
Beneath and under time I planted seeds to let it grow

The dough
The mother fucking biscuit
Preaching what I know and I'll fuse it like some Bisquick
Watch me go from coal, all the way to Christmas
Puckered up my ass so my haters could just kiss this

Pocket getting heavy (heavy, heavy)
Pockets getting heavy by the mother fucking day
The pockets getting heavy, yeah
Pocket getting heavy in every single way

Pockets getting heavy, need a bank today
Motive with a minor in a major way
Tried to kick me out but I was made to stay
Flourishing the spectrum in insane arrays
Insane arrays of a pocket getting heavy
Banked up, ass out attitude petty
Cross-up, KO sliming on a hesi
I'd do it for the plan even if I wasn't ready



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Writer(s): Donovan Hanson
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