Pockets

Fresh off the street with it though
And now I'm out of your reach with the flow
And now they liable to leech on my dough
Because my pockets deep, you know

I said my pockets deep, you know
I said my pockets deep, you know
Ayo, these hoes liable to leech on my dough
What for
Because my pockets deep, you know
Uh, they want me out on the street, you know
Yo, I'm cheatin' death while I'm reachin' my goals, yo
But if you try me and reach for my gold, ayo
My pocket rocket say, what

Oh, fuck nigga, really think you rilin' me up
Put the challenge to your talent, we can tally it up
And bet your balance sheet, rookie
Need to check your bookie
My pockets deep just like your chick pussy
Oh, that's your bitch over here cooking
Established yet a new business I'm overlooking
We still gettin' it for the low like a sofa chair
I weigh it on my Libra scale, take the hope with despair
Need assistance, I'm overbooked
Became a big willie like the owner of Overbrook
Takes a crook to know one look

I said my pockets deep, you know
I said my pockets deep, you know
Ayo, these hoes liable to leech my dough
What for
Because my pockets deep, you know
Uh, they want me out on the street, you know
Yo, I'm cheatin' death while I'm reachin' my goals, yo
But if you try me and reach for my gold, ayo
My pocket rocket say, what

Too clean to be a fiend, but I'm hooked on these dreams, man
Looks like you mistook a rook for a king
For niggas like Radames keep burners by the bed
Knew niggas that have plead and never left the feds
To this life we made a pledge
I mean, how do you explain to a nigga that's got life
Sayin' he tired of chains
And the new players play when we retired the game
And everything that we acquires not exciting, it's plain
When you drove everything, froze every chain
Fucked on every hoe with a desirable frame
And the hustle is mundane in realize one day
When you killin' your own kind
Guns don't fire the same, it's simple and plain

I said my pockets deep, you know
I said my pockets deep, you know
Ayo, these hoes is liable the leech on my dough
What for
Because my pockets deep, you know
Uh, they want me out on the street, you know
Yo, I'm cheatin' death while I'm reachin' my goals, yo
But if you try me and reach for my gold, ayo
My pocket rocket say, what

See, I don't want no nigga
I mean, absolutely no nigga
Act like he don't know what the fuck is up
Bellez, pockets deep