Pocketfull Lyrics

Night time angels sing

While Cops still killing kings

I Need my whole set wit rings

The Trap full of Angels wings

My Pocket full of dedication

I'm Focused on assimilation

No They don't fully understand

What it really takes to be tha man

Taking care of all my fam

That had always been the plan

Ever since my father drove a van

All Black with Peanut Butter Tan

I Always knew I had a role

I Planned and tackled all my goals

I'm Buying package for the low

I Learned to trap and stack my doe

Young nigga

Ripping the roads

Getting them sold

Don't hit my Jack less you getting a bowl

I'm on the attack tryna flip me a load

I Gotta stimulate my mind

When I'm on the grind

I Feel I'm running outta time

So I Put it all on the line

I Couldn't leave it all to chance

I had to chase it

I Never had a small advance I had to make it

I dove straight in

The vast waters of the game slowly caved in

Never fold

This be the new take over

Every time Tha Ruler log in it's game over

Style too original you can't make over

Running laps around these rappers like Daytona

I know they wish we never got paper

It's funny cause I never wish to never have haters

Mob with takers and watch for the traitors

Glocks with the lasers go bond with ya maker

It really get wicked in these streets

You can get clipped right in the middle if it's beef

When little soldiers roaming the streets

100 deep

Get ya face swelled up outchea thinking it's sweet

For the love of the money in the ghetto

Tops Dogs pulling strings more than Gepetto

Young corporals shooting mortals earning medals

For the Guns and Butter

Theyd kill their own brother

So I just keep a pocket full of shine

A mindful of dreams

And a heart full of grind

Deep down I know the world is all mine

I just gotta give it more time

Hustle hard don't ever give up

Went from player to coach like Chauncey Bill Ups

Now they feel us

Who the realest

BK spread love

Going out to all my dead thugs

Who known to send slugs

To protect the community

Divisions for the weak it's more power in the unity

Against the World it's just you and me

Hands clutching on the heat screaming "fuck police"

Dressed in all black like Fred Hampton

Heathens won't do me like they did Samson

The game of lust so dangerous

It could lead to everything that would flame you up

So keep your heads where it's suppose to be

And let these words stick with you like a rosary

Take all your pain let it go release

And trust that life is going how it's suppose to be