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everything you need 
But keep that on the low,
It’s like genie 
Ask for it bro,
And that you shall own,
In the land full of opportunity you’d only dream of,

buying out the shelf
I had fucked my money up, I had a dollar and a shell
And a pocket full of lint, with a heart full of hope
But I know how to get it

to consumers, it look like a food truck
Nigga I'm the wave, roll the tide like Tuscaloosa
From the dirty water, gotta watch the Barracudas
Pocket full of stones

shoot me out the zone
Pockets brolic like Ivan Drago

So the watch Rocky with Sylvester Stones
These Tyrians trying to end my reign
Y'all herbs, better

the Vickie's

I'ma even leave my Nikes on

(You can even leave ya Nikes on)

Ya man hit it like this, well, he oughta

Pocket full of Magnums fuckin' somebody

with that bullshit
Footage of cold murders get a full clip
Moving smooth as cool whip & my tools hitting lyrical bullets
Splitting thru that lace front

on shit all you do is fuckin talk
Bands they on me all my pockets full of knots
Beam it's on me and it's on my fuckin Glock
Watch my wrist work, when I mix

sometimes
I gots to free my mind
See I rhyme
Find me a freak online
Pocket full of beach sunshine
Somehow we always end up in random places
Surrounded by

on tables
Competition is obsolete when it comes my way
Selected by the greats so I'm taking my place
My whipolation Playa conversation know it entices
Mind

world
Pocket full of bud
Bird of prey, won't you show me love?

Chorus:
It's just another way you want to make a nigga feel alone

Kakarot with 50,000

more than twitter beef and what makes comments on them portable PC's

so my mind is in the comments chilling hard with rick and morty, mr meeseeks

get smoked in thru it
Even the deaf jam to my shit no Rick Rubin
That's why I'm MVP like harden so they fear the beard
I'm blowing the smoke tapping

It's clear that I'm paid in full
Watch me stack it like slick rick
Now I'm ready to rule
The flow you can't touch 
Like oil fields that's ready to bust 

he won't land, think he Peter Pan
Pockets full of bands, Ksubi's sag, you can see my ass
Fifteen thou' in cash, Ca$tro off the gas
All these bitches

role model
My cup runneth over but I need the whole bottle
When your pockets gettin' full it make your soul hollow
Slick as Rick the Ruler, but the rules

die young then why I ain't dead
Pocket full of white boys and the holding my pants
Got the best of both worlds like I'm living in a trans
This whip ima

surprise you could call me a hiccup
Pocket full of dough my bitch drowning in syrup
He stay dissin me but I'm the reason that he up
Yuh yuh I'm the reason

Southside, yeah the Stone
You know he's comin through with a pocket full of chrome
(Big Pokey) [14:16]
A nigga on a mission, steady hittin bitches
Pump steady

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

Southside, yeah the Stone
You know he's comin through with a pocket full of chrome
(Big Pokey) (14:16)
A nigga on a mission, steady hittin bitches
Pump

a person again
Pursuing my mission with the will of the armageddon 
Heaven was never represented on this rock of man
Pockets full of scam
Will never offer

By momma been scold
For so long so low
Travel solo just to keep a lo pro
Pocket and pipe full of stones
A comb, his phone
He scroll till he numb
Bad

on the corner with a pocket full of stones. 
While the jakes down the street tryna catch on the phone. 
Events orchestrated from places that’s unknown. 
The cycle

on over
I ain't heartless my hearts just not unlocked
So the spot feels like it's full of stone cold rocks, I know

Who gon' love me when I don't know how

I just roll on over
I ain't heartless my hearts just not unlocked
So the spot feels like it's full of stone cold rocks, I know

Who gon' love me when