Deep Pockets
    (专辑: Dark Lane Demo Tapes - 2020)
    
    For my nigga Hush  Yeah, look   Dressed in fatigues, I 
rep the 
East with my trustees  Smoking on crushed leaves  They turn they back on everything we built, then they must bleed  I've seen splatter hit the 
snow when the 
blood freeze  Straps over territory they know we must keep  Get home and white Air Forces get brushed clean  Back when my mama would interrupt sleep  To tell me hurry up 'cause the 
bus leaves  Summertime heatwaves, I 
used to just cut sleeves  My shorty really love me, man, she want me to cut keys  I 
can't do that normal type of life, is it just me?  Niggas steady try to ride the 
wave, but it's rough seas  I'm losing enough sleep dealing with envy  And the 
news that they sent for me got the 
block in a 
frenzy  It's on Meech like it's trendy  Running round from Laurier to MacKenzie when the 
city's empty, yeah  Early twenties, but I 
want fifties, hundreds, not pennies  I 
need plenty  Got me ready to flip the F 
out like Fendi  Whatever's in me, it's taking over  I 
gotta bust it down, break it open  Until somebody starts taking notice, then we rolling   Yeah, then we rolling, then we rolling  Deep pockets on a 
nigga, I 
can't find my phone in  Now we rolling  Yeah, then we rolling, then we rolling  Deep pockets on a 
nigga, I 
can't find my phone in  Now we rolling   Look  Back when Big Apple sold dreams, I 
stuck to my own thing  Back when the 
house that I 
own now was my home screen  Before I'd ever hit the 
road and feel like the 
home team  Running missions  Pyramid schemes just like the 
Egyptians  Back when hotlines were still flipping  Now I'm seeing money off of hotlines blinging but it feels different  Transitions, plans switching, ambition  Minding my business, building a 
business, et cetera  Inspired by a 
few, but my mind really drives itself like Tesla  I 
always had a 
little something extra  Back when Corey was our sole investor  And the 
car could get from A 
to B, but won't impress ya  Look, I 
ain't no baller  Still need my accounts longer like the 
way my nephew's getting taller  My soundtrack is the 
second Carter, dreaming of accepting offers  And easing tensions  Keeping family out of East Detention  And out of Pine Hill Funeral Center  Spots we got no business entering  Back when Jill Scott was the 
apple of my afrocentric eye  I 
had to find a 
way to get someone's attention   Then we rolling, then we rolling  Deep pockets on a 
nigga, I 
can't find my phone in  Now we rolling  Yeah, then we rolling, then we rolling  Deep pockets on a 
nigga, I 
can't find my phone in  Now we rolling