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Дата випуску: 14.12.2023
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Pocket Full Of Pain |
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 them my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em |
Know the streets snitching, papa can’t get out the kitchen though |
They sent some shots, I sent them 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 him take off |
I heard he talking out his head, we plan on taking it off |
Money ain’t saved me-actually, it’s running me crazy |
We ain’t tryna let him see the doctor, we gon' grave him |
If they want some steady weed and TV with no cable |
Thirty in my ratchet, thirty in my denims |
Today I feel like matching, light 'em up like Christmas |
30K on earrings, I’m balling just like on pod pills |
Holding in my cries, I’m posted up on the top ten |
Defense my environment, I gave the whole block stick |
I done went so damn big, I’m still thinking Pac here |
Still thinking cops here, still keeping Glocks near |
More cautious than ever, still whatever, case that’s not clear |
Trying to stay out of touch, I got too much to lose |
I got loose fuckin' screws, that’s why I ride around tools |
I’m buying at the mood and I ain’t trying to lose |
Thirty of my nine and I’m tryna make thirty of this nine, a fool |
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 into the east, ain’t no telling what I’ll charge for him |
Take him to trial, make it an art form |
Yeah, I walk around with a pocket full of money I just made |
And I tell myself, put some of that shit away for rainy days |
Permanent scars, permanent tears, nigga |
And what would them shottas say, what would street niggas |
When you accepting your flaws that shit get deep, nigga |
Free my janitor, the feds just did a sweep, nigga |
Case after case, had to make peace with the mistakes I 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 saved me-actually, it’s running me crazy |
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? |
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 them my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em |
Know the streets snitching, papa can’t get out the kitchen though |
They sent some shots, I sent them 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) |