Pocket Full Of Pain (feat. NoCap)

(Al Geno on the track)

Walk 'round with a pocket full of pain
Walk 'round with a pocket full of rain
I cut some niggas off, I got smarter, they told the world we was beefin'
Told 'em my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em
Know the streets snitchin', papa can't get out the kitchen, though
They sent some shots, I sent 'em back, and I had all of my jewelry on
Four different cell phones, still answer jail calls
Blood on my hand dog, tsunami when tears fall

I never land when, I seen it take off
I heard he talkin' out his head, we plan on takin' it off
Money ain't save me, actually, it's running me crazy

We ain't tryna let him see the doctor, we gon' grave him
If they want some static, we the TV with no cable
30 in my ratchet, 30 in my denims
Today, I feel like matching, light 'em up like Christmas
$30K on earrings, I'm balling just like I'm Paul Pierce
Holding in my cries, I'm posted up on the top tier
Defense my environment, I gave the whole block steel
I done went so damn big, I'm still thinkin' Pac here

Still thinking cops here, still keeping Glocks near
More cautious than ever, still whatever in case that's not clear
Tryna stay out of touch, I got too much to lose
I got loose fuckin' screws, that's why I ride around with tools
I'm buyin' it to move and I ain't trying to lose
30 on my nine, and I'm tryna make 30 off this nine of food

Wanted to be a dealer, it just wasn't in the cards for him
If I knew he was gon' tell, then I would've took the charge for him
If I can get 'em to the east, ain't no tellin' what I'll charge for 'em
Take 'em to trial, make it hard for 'em
Yeah, I walk 'round with a pocket full of money, I just made
Now I tell myself, put some of that shit away for rainy days, Lito

Permanent scars, permanent tears, nigga
At war with them shottas, at war with street niggas
When you accepting your flaws, that shit get deep, nigga
Free my janitor, the feds just did a sweep, nigga

Damn, case after case
Had to make peace with the mistakes I had made
Had to swap my rental, I got chased the other day
I got problems, that a hundred million dollars couldn't make go away
Money ain't save me, actually, it's running me crazy
(For real, ah)
If I didn't make these songs, then you would've never known
How you make a nigga bond, and you the one he telling on? Uh

Walk 'round with a pocket full of pain
Walk 'round with a pocket full of rain
I cut some niggas off, I got smarter, they told the world we was beefin'
Told 'em my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em
Know the streets snitchin', papa can't get out the kitchen, though
They sent some shots, I sent 'em back, and I had all of my jewelry on
Four different cell phones, still answer jail calls
Blood on my hand, dog, tsunami when tears fall

(Al Geno on the track)