Pockets Low

(album: 4 Boy - 2019)

(Pockets low, I was so broke)
Hahaha
(Misfit)

I had noticed that I was so different
Looked at my mama and said I'd go get it
I don't rap just to rap
Make 'em feel it, ask for a number and give me no digits
But I never do get in my feelins'
I looked at god and stacked it to the ceiling
I'ma throw with it, I need no witness
Like Nipsey, showing my prolific
(Ooh, ooh-ooh)

Rapping through my head, like Osama (Osama)
Had to chose which Chanels on, I don't know this bitch problem (The problem)
Pockets low, I was so broke, they ain't wanna give me a dollar (No, no)
Told the back, "Andele"
Had the bag on his way, now a young nigga got it (Yeah)

They be saying I'm hard-headed
How the fuck can they judge me, I don't get it (I don't)
I was running them streets, you wasn't with me
I never had hid when them tears shedded (Ooh, ooh)
Selling cards I stole out them CVS's
I was tryna withdraw all the niggas check-ins (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh-ooh, oh-oh
I just kept waiting on gods blessins' (Mm, mm-mm)
Shaking my head, she was shaking her head (Mm-mm)
And I know you have time, I was tryna get me some bread (Some bread)
I was telling my ho, "If you can't trust the posse then you can just go right ahead" (Go right ahead)
I keep my head on, I know I did wrong, I'm steady awaiting them feds (Ooh, ooh)
I'm steady awaiting them feds-eds-eds

Can't move wrong, I'm too strong, immaculate (Immaculate)
She a redbone, that's just how I like it (How I like it)
She be stunting, I know they won't like it (They won't like it)
I'm a gangster, that nigga head we gon' split (Gon' split)

Rapping through my head, like Osama (Osama)
Had to chose which Chanels on, I don't know this bitch problem (The problem)
Pockets low, I was so broke, they ain't wanna give me a dollar (No, no)
Told the back, "Andele"
Had the bag on his way, now a young nigga got it
Rapping through my head, like Osama (Osama)
Had to chose which Chanels on, I don't know this bitch problem (The problem)
Pockets low, I was so broke, they ain't wanna give me a dollar (No, no)
Told the back, "Andele"
Had the bag on his way, now a young nigga got it (Yeah)

Stack, or starve, though (Stack, or starve, though)
Was riding bikes, I ain't have no Forgiato's (Forgiato's)
Won't give your bro, you'd rather get that brod though (That brod though)
What you would do for that cash, only God knows (No, no, no)
Running so wild (Wild)
I won't jump in the crowd, I got anger issues
You touch me and its going down (Going down)
I steady, going wild, don't want you around
I'm thinking that my time is now (Is now)
I'm making some sounds, I'm making some sounds
I'm steady, put on for my town (My town)
Won't see me around, I'm a boy now

Can't move wrong, I'm too strong, immaculate (Immaculate)
She a redbone, that's just how I like it (How I like it)
She be stunting, I know they won't like it (They won't like it)
I'm a gangster, that nigga head we gon' split (Bah)

Rapping through my head, like Osama (Osama)
Had to chose which Chanels on, I don't know this bitch problem (The problem)
Pockets low, I was so broke, they ain't wanna give me a dollar (No, no)
Told the back, "Andele"
Had the bag on his way, now a young nigga got it (Yeah)