Lyrics Pockets - Daniel Blacktin

I said I'm weighing down my pockets
Pants be sagging low because all I see is profit
These haters outta pocket they should know that I ain't bothered
They lost and outta pocket I would trade ya for a lighter, get lost
I said I'm weighing down my pockets
Pants be sagging low because all I see is profit
These haters outta pocket they should know that I ain't bothered
They lost and outta pocket I would trade ya for a lighter, get lost

I say, I say, I say, I been getting higher
Stunting off the dabs since my 2 jobs had me hired
And yo bitch put out for me cause I'm dabbin on that fire
Shitting on you rappers til the day that I'm retired
Since I was a youth I would kill the booth
And I be the truth when I go to war ima march with my troops
All my hitters shoot haters I reduce
Really ain't a game ain't a thang when I'm with ya bitch up off the goose
I been up to no good stuntin I'm tryna fuck on something
I'm in my bag so yo bitch gonna check me like I'm luggage
She say I got the sauce and my pen game is so disgusting
Cause strictly I'm a boss and we'll respected in discussions
She give me brain up in the rain and she love it
She don't give a fuck whether private or it's public
So when haters hate man it's cool because she fuckin
I'm weighing down my pockets I can't stop with all this hustlin nah

I said I'm weighing down my pockets
Pants be sagging low because all I see is profit
These haters outta pocket they should know that I ain't bothered
They lost and outta pocket I would trade ya for a lighter, get lost
I said I'm weighing down my pockets
Pants be sagging low because all I see is profit
These haters outta pocket they should know that I ain't bothered
They lost and outta pocket I would trade ya for a lighter, get lost

Yo I swear this beat is so melodic
I turned to a beast when I picked up a hooked on phonics
All these haters stupid I need inside on their logic
But what the fuck's the point when they all trash and rap like logic
Hater stop it I be so fly that my whip gotta cockpit
Ain't no option except get money everyday what I'm plottin
Haters talking hit them with a draco shell and it's rotten
Blazing often got a blunt gotta swish gotta dab awesome
Ain't it something used to embrace a hundred
Dollar bill but now I see in scheme of things it's nothing
I used to be that one up in the classroom shy and mumbling
And now I'm in the lab I do the same but it's still something
Chewing up a beat issa feast Bon appetite when when I step in the booth
Shawty on me cause her man ain't me and I'm steady motivated for the loot
I was 18 getting hate on the scene now I own everything I don't mooch
Punks outta pocket better back up and stop it cause the inside of mine finna shoot

I said I'm weighing down my pockets
Pants be sagging low because all I see is profit
These haters outta pocket they should know that I ain't bothered
They lost and outta pocket I would trade ya for a lighter, get lost
I said I'm weighing down my pockets
Pants be sagging low because all I see is profit
These haters outta pocket they should know that I ain't bothered
They lost and outta pocket I would trade ya for a lighter, get lost