In The Pocket ft. Saliva Grey Lyrics

Sick and tired

Sick and tired

Rather get higher than retire

Lift me up to my desire

Take a sip

Then flick the lighter

I don't really give no fucks

Never been a friend to the luck

Turnaround

Pound it down

Hit the mic harder than a brick truck

If you try to be a bitch

Guess I'm gonna get my fucking dick sucked

What did you think

I'd give up in the blink of an eye

On the brink of my high

You hating my skills

Bring fourth your demise

Don't be surprised

When we leave you behind

You see

Talent ain't a thing in this game

Wait for the decline

Line a lacking whack ass rappers

Ninety-nine won't see what happens

Waiting for that rainy day

Clouds of grey

Saliva rolling up the jay

Pay the toll

Or get the fuck out the way bitch

Feeling my knuckles they rough

I been beating my chest

The sweat is pooling

The masses have known of one

Gather the heathens

We'll shake em to the core

Pick up all the pieces

Put em in our pockets

Fill em up

Now fill em up until they pour

We aren't the enemy

Just feeding off the scraps you throw to us

Like a flea we keep on coming back

Scratching irritating

Crawling on your skin

Lay the money down

Paid off with our sin

No more need to frown

The crows are here to take the crown

3OD wit Sally G

Got blood up in our eyes

Feeling bleak

Come sever me

This world I can't abide

Never really gave a fuck about them plays or likes

I see all you fuckers pocket watching

Fuck up out my life

I'm gon' fly wit the crows

We gon' ride wit them poles

We survive off them bones

Sippin' blood out the chrome

I gut a motherfucker

Boutta turn em' into puddle

'Til they whole fucking soul underneath of me

I pull up pull the trigger

Make yo body be the dinner

That I feed to the crows

Now they bout to feast

Ahh

Don't bite the hand that feed

Let this talent be a waste

I'm cursed

Just a burden on the industry

Why can't you see

Im melting in self loathing

Self entitled sinfulness

I'm just another soul on the road

To the existential prophecy

I met the Devil on the internet

And he promised me

A life I may not live

But what the hell

Give a shot

What do I got

Not a lot of thought given

Signed on the dotted line

Can I press rewind