add-2 – git yo hand out my pocket lyrics
[intro]
my brothers and sisters… i come before you today to give you a message. yes… yes, i’ve been selected here to give you a message. (please give your eyes and your attention and your ears, please my brothers please.) a message given to me from the most high. the message is, “the end… is near.”
[chorus]
get yo hand out my pocket
i did not come here to play games with you n-ggas
get yo hand out my pocket
see i came here to give you a message
a message that was given to me
(get yo hand out my…)
to tell all of you… that it’s over
[verse]
yea, my penmanship makes ships sink then i’m sailing out
yo crew’s just selling out, write letters i spill it
address you and then mail it out
outsmart them i’m brainstorming
break your umbrellas out, how long will my rain last
hungry but ain’t fast
you slow, ain’t catch it like dropped p-sses, i’m p-ssing the flash
gl-ss half empty, i’m a pessimist, how i show i’m the bad side
this guy so nice, i’m finishing last, that’s why
that’s why i’m ahead of my time
our hands touch digits, take a couple minutes and you’ll get it
i came back for seconds, i told you i was hungry on the fifth bar
ha, i’m on my sh-t y’all
start eating and split it when n-ggas starving wit’ ya
study like scholars, i’m still smart as them harvard n-ggas
i make figures for n-ggas who need father figures
who follow n-ggas who follows n-ggas who quick to l1ck a shot
after taking a shot of liquor, the bottle hollow
i hear ya holla the hollow hit ya like, d-mn! we lose heads
like the sleepy hollow
get caught sleeping and your [wick?] is soon to follow
my uncle like sixty, he still play the lotto
he told me life is a gamble, that sh-t his favorite motto
throwing a pair of dices like a pair a dice
i’m low-key like barry white
wait, [that kilo dough bear white?]
wait, no dope, play my songs in the key of life
my vision darker, off the wall like i’m peter parker
no bret hart, a sharp shooter you can be the target
you need a coffin, i k!ll it sick can you hear me coughing
they always say i’m in rare form, i do it often
i beg your pardon, i sell ticks i could play in boston
found myself tryna find myself in these beats i’m lost in
lost ones, thinking they could guard son
nah son, cross ’em like god’s son
jesus, got more game than shuttlesworth
what it’s worth, my homies pouring syrup like it’s b-ttersworth
fighting addiction, i pinpoint the affliction
my pen points to the page, i draw a blank i bet you still feel it
huh, n-ggas don’t get the picture yet
you can amputate my foot i still wouldn’t miss a step
chilling in the cut, i got the scissors set
sizzle in the sk!llet, food for thought and i’m the kitchen chef
sick as sickle cell, the flow is ice but i ain’t slipping yet
anybody thinking they could write with me’s getting left
boy, better chill wit your weak -ss
i’m watching all the games they playing like a league p-ss
got my fam eating good, this the repast
never had a sega but i always had a dream cast
in the chi, n-ggas p-ssing more than steve nash
never hear a sound, we like the forest when the tree crash
boy, [?] forcing my hand
one eye open like forest whitaker
running like forrest, fakes can’t k!ll us ’cause they ain’t real enough
still stealing, biting my lines like i ain’t real enough
this m-th-f-cka rhyme out his m-th-f-ckin’ mind
but no matter what you do, don’t waste my m-th-f-ckin’ time
n-gga
[chorus]
oh yea
get yo hand out my pocket
stop it
get yo hand out my pocket
stop it
stop it
get yo hand out my…
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