smoove'l - pockets low lyrics
[intro: smoove’l]
(pockets low, i was so broke)
hahaha
(misfit)
[verse 1]
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, showin’ my prolific
(ooh, ooh+ooh)
[chorus]
rappin’ through my head, like osama (osama)
had to chose which chanels on, i don’t know this b+tch 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 n+gga got it (yeah)
[verse 2]
they be sayin’ i’m hard+headed
how the f+ck 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 n+ggas 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
[pre+chorus]
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 n+gga head we gon’ split (gon’ split)
[chorus]
rappin’ through my head, like osama (osama)
had to chose which chanels on, i don’t know this b+tch 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 n+gga got it
rappin’ through my head, like osama (osama)
had to chose which chanels on, i don’t know this b+tch 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 n+gga got it (yeah)
[verse 3]
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 its 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
[pre+chorus]
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 n+gga head we gon’ split (bah)
[chorus]
rappin’ through my head, like osama (osama)
had to chose which chanels on, i don’t know this b+tch 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 n+gga got it (yeah)
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