Skyzoo, Freeway - Pockets Full lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[Skyzoo, Freeway - Pockets Full lyrics]
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 dope got us
Arms length, jeeps with dark tents
Damier Louis shit, 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 it's 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 it's 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
We grew up singing keep your eyes open
& your wallet in your front pocket
Riding along gave us one option
Riding along to the drum knocking
Like yea 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, fuck it we on tho
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 dope got us
Arms length, jeeps with dark tents
Damier Louis shit, 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 it's 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 it's 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
We grew up singing keep your eyes open
& your wallet in your front pocket
Riding along gave us one option
Riding along to the drum knocking
Like yea 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, fuck it we on tho