Pockets Full (Explicit)

Pockets Full (featuring Freeway) - Skyzoo

How they talking it but ain't living it?

That Spade pop, I'm sipping it, made mine deliberate

Made mine in remembrance of a couple of doors down

'Cause when you neighbors wit the greatest, your applause sounds

Madison Square like I rap for where it's like

If nothing else is saving you then packaging squares might

They told me that I got it to Basquiat it

Brought you so close to it you thought you was buying product

Vividly I, forefront 'em when they sit on the sides

I gave em Linderella stories and the city obliged

I'm in a city of Gods and needles and Foamposites

Singing line for the line and see how this d**e got us

Arms length, jeeps with dark tents, Damier Louis sh*t

Tisa's in all prints for the desire of everything, they deny us

They ask to define us tell 'em dreaming's the problem

So if you see us anywhere its pockets full

Pockets full, pockets full of now

So know that if we down

We'll be down 'til we counting all around

And counting 'til we out, tell 'em pockets full

My pockets was empty 'til I flipped and tripled my profit

I'm similar to Skyzoo, attempted to sky rocket

Posted by them benches serving them smokers

That buy product as hopeless as I had it

Not bragging, but baby, I made it out the city

Where them people will bang flamers and double back

Clap and shoot your dame in the same evening

Your city ain't wild as ours, Philly raise heathens

Y'all city raise divas like Billy Ray Cyrus

Freezer count cheese, get green like I'm Irish

Flow wavy, I'm about to set seas like a pirate

Call the navy up, tell 'em Team Early up, wilding

I ain't talking 'bout the drink when I say its hypnotic

These rappers far from goblins and they're not goons

And when I'm flowing on the beat the pocket's full

Used to post up on the street, tell 'em cop and move

Now I bully booths, I got a lot to prove

Tell them fools my pockets full

Pockets full, pockets full of now

So know that if we down

We'll be down 'til we counting all around

And counting 'til we out, tell 'em pockets full

We grew up singing, keep your eyes open

And your wallet in your front pocket

Riding along gave us one option

Riding along to the drum knocking like yeah, the drums got this

And God forbid if the drums stopping

But if they ever do then all we ever knew

Was so for real we can hand 'em what we've yet to lose

Soul for real baby, candy coated residue

And know the drill if them cameras ever get to you

F**k it, we on tho