Smoove'L - Pockets Low lyrics
[Smoove'L - Pockets Low lyrics]
(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 digit's
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, showin' my prolific
(Ooh, ooh ooh)
Rappin' 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 sayin' I'm hard-headed
How the fuck can they judge me
I don't get it
(I don't)
I was runnin' them streets
You wasn't with me
I never had hid when them tears shedded
(Ooh, ooh)
Sellin' 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 waitin' on gods blessins'
(Mm, mm-mm)
Shakin' my head, she was shakin' her head
(Mm-mm)
And I know you have time
I was tryna get me some bread
(Some bread)
I was tellin' 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 awaitin' them feds
(Ooh, ooh)
I'm steady awaitin' 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 stuntin', I know they won't like it
(They won't like it)
I'm a gangster
That nigga head we gon' split
(Gon' split)
Rappin' 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
Rappin' 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 ridin' 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)
Runnin' so wild (Wild)
I won't jump in the crowd
I got anger issues
You touch me and it's goin' down
(Goin' down)
I steady, goin' wild, don't want you around
I'm thinkin' that my time is now (Is now)
I'm makin' some sounds
I'm makin' 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 stuntin', I know they won't like it
(They won't like it)
I'm a gangster
That nigga head we gon' split
(Bah)
Rappin' 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)
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 digit's
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, showin' my prolific
(Ooh, ooh ooh)
Rappin' 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 sayin' I'm hard-headed
How the fuck can they judge me
I don't get it
(I don't)
I was runnin' them streets
You wasn't with me
I never had hid when them tears shedded
(Ooh, ooh)
Sellin' 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 waitin' on gods blessins'
(Mm, mm-mm)
Shakin' my head, she was shakin' her head
(Mm-mm)
And I know you have time
I was tryna get me some bread
(Some bread)
I was tellin' 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 awaitin' them feds
(Ooh, ooh)
I'm steady awaitin' 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 stuntin', I know they won't like it
(They won't like it)
I'm a gangster
That nigga head we gon' split
(Gon' split)
Rappin' 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
Rappin' 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 ridin' 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)
Runnin' so wild (Wild)
I won't jump in the crowd
I got anger issues
You touch me and it's goin' down
(Goin' down)
I steady, goin' wild, don't want you around
I'm thinkin' that my time is now (Is now)
I'm makin' some sounds
I'm makin' 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 stuntin', I know they won't like it
(They won't like it)
I'm a gangster
That nigga head we gon' split
(Bah)
Rappin' 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)