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stlm - pocket$ lyrics

game ain’t never gon change just how you play it
just know some of the playas ain’t nothing to play with
know some real pimps, some k!llers, some g-ngb-ngers
know some bad b-tches popping p-ssy getting franklins
you make the world go round i ain’t shaming
p-ssy make the world go round i ain’t shaming

he the man
he the one
he that n-gga
his right hand a k!ller
the other one he the dealer
another on the road
he be working them hoes
the other homie do the laundry he washing them notes now
they all carry steel
pull it like how you feel now
last of a breed you don’t see too much now
audemars or rollie clean no bust down
no tints on the foreign
fishbowl when they ride round
yeah
out the mud
out the dirt
that’s the pain and the work
no stain on shirt
mind still on the money when them birds come chirp
baby we came for the bag we ain’t came to flirt
gota catch us on a holiday
mgm or the mandalay
leave them broke n-ggas alone them n-ggas in the way
that’s where the gangstas play
that’s 5 bands or better
that’s just the play money
do what i say money
life ain’t nothing but a game some
gota bob gota weave when them punches come
you gota have both weapons
have a book and a gun
but you still just a n-gga if they looking one

game ain’t never gon change just how you play it
make sure when you leave
got more than you came with
no matter how you move they never gona embrace us
pimp or politician still want to enslave us
know some good brothers, some engineers, and bankers
know some down sisters that’s bosses and getting paper
they ain’t gon give yall sh-t
you gota take it

he totally legit
white collar sh-t
he was good, not great no scholarship
corporate ladder climb through the politics
eventually the gl-ss ceiling gon be closing in
got goals of own on ownership
easier to get a zone
than that business loan
but if he in them streets he won’t make it home
made a promise to his woman that the chapter is close
nightmares running in the bank and clapping the chrome
fill the duffel bag switch whips and get on the road
hit the way try to head west
ain’t stopping
what the f-ck you want him to do what are his options
every two weeks uncle sam in his pockets
he gone take his before direct deposits
he clock out
he clock in
week day
weekend
me i’m just giving the game i hope you peeped it
piece of me in both of these stories its no secret
put your all in
and barely be breaking even
six figure for real but is that really eating
since 2012 been flipping the same 12 bands
should’ve went and got grams
packed it in a dodge ram
cop in west virginia distribute throughout maryland
them crackers made a k!lling
legally drug trafficking
turned our little brothers and sisters to pill savages

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