Lyrics Empty Pockets. (Bonus Track) - Gp.

The, sweeter the berry the darker the juice
I've seen niggas fumble with dreams more than athletes do
I've seen niggas pack all they things
They'll be back in a week
I've seen niggas fail to do things that they tell me to preach
Ain't been to church in awhile
Think it might be worth a visit
I've seen niggas fail to go right
But they still say they Christian
How can I diss it I'm on the same shit
Empty pockets but I think I want a range whip
Lemon pepper sprinkled over chicken that's the way we living
And we rollin
Empty pockets on a nigga plus I still been broken
But we rollin
Yeah
Smoking with my brothers till the morning
Just venting about these boujie women
They chasing pesos so fatal to find that they won't get it
Like Kanye said I ain't tryna say she a gold digger
But the way she digging in pockets
It's hard to see the difference
The, sweeter the berry the blacker the juice
I've seen women swallow their dreams in the back of the coupe
I've seen women fail to stand tall in the highest of shoes
I've seen women start to go dark now I'm light in the booth
True
Sweeter the berry though Halle had taste for cherries
Not that eggplant emoji I'd like to tell you I told you
I knew the day we first had met that you won't go for bros
Except that nigga Tayveon man I had lots of hope
And I ain't gone say that he the reason but I had lots of jokes
But let me stop I hope that nigga good
And to my nigga Dwayne I hope you made it out the hood
And if you didn't I can't blame you I just hope you straight
Shit you and Caleb part of the reason I'm a goat today
Sara don't lose hope today
I know what we had was short and brief but we had words to say
I know I ain't text you back in weeks
Don't think my mood is safe
But I know you playing every single fucking word I say
So here's to you I hope your mom is straight
God I hope your pops not putting anger on you honestly
I would probably catch the first flight out if he lay hands upon you
Stress is not my own today
So shit I'm rollin
Empty pockets on a nigga but at least we rollin
Now we smoking
Me and my sister have gotten closer since the funeral
Crazy I didn't think we could get closure then the usual
I just may be venting
This is something I think you should know
Shit it's a lot of things that you should know
I could've been a father baby momma had a miscarriage
The same week all this shit went down
Instead of saying how I feel I set my phone down
Surprise I feel alone plus I was in my hometown
Bound to fuck up with my ex again
Or maybe meet a brand new chick I might give this a spin
Shit prolly hit up what's her name on some I miss you shit
But in reality I need myself
All this hanging out with women can't complete my health
A long drive to nowhere was when this song was felt

So shit I'm rollin
Empty pockets on a nigga as my hands are folding lord we rollin
No hands on the wheel now my eyes closing
Rollin
Rolling
Rollin
Rolling
Guess I was still alive to tell this story look