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Pocket Full Of Pain
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(Al Geno on the track) Walk 'round with a pocket full of pain Walk 'round with a pocket full of rain I cut some n***as off, I got smarter, they told the world we was beefin' Told them my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em Know the streets snitching, papa can't get out the kitchen though They sent some shots, I sent them back, and I had all of my jewelry on Four different cell phones, still answer jail calls Blood on my hand, dog, tsunami when tears fall I never land when I seen him take off I heard hе talking out his head, we plan on taking it off Money ain't savеd me–actually, it's running me crazy We ain't tryna let him see the doctor, we gon' grave him If they want some steady weed and TV with no cable Thirty in my ratchet, thirty in my denims Today I feel like matching, light 'em up like Christmas 30K on earrings, I'm balling just like on pod pills Holding in my cries, I'm posted up on the top ten Defense my environment, I gave the whole block stick I done went so damn big, I'm still thinking Pac here Still thinking cops here, still keeping Glocks near More cautious than ever, still whatever, case that's not clear Trying to stay out of touch, I got too much to lose I got loose f**kin' screws, that's why I ride around tools I'm buying at the mood and I ain't trying to lose Thirty of my nine and I'm tryna make thirty of this nine, a fool Wanted to be a dealer, it just wasn't in the cards for him If I knew he was gon' tell, then I would've took the charge for him If I can get into the east, ain't no telling what I'll charge for him Take him to trial, make it an art form Yeah, I walk around with a pocket full of money I just made And I tell myself, put some of that sh*t away for rainy days Permanent scars, permanent tears, n***a And what would them shottas say, what would street n***as When you accepting your flaws that sh*t get deep, n***a Free my janitor, the feds just did a sweep, n***a Case after case, had to make peace with the mistakes I made Had to swap my rental, I got chased the other day I got problems that a hundred million dollars couldn't make go away Money ain't saved me–actually, it's running me crazy If I didn't make these songs then you would've never known How you make a n***a bond and you the one he telling on? Walk 'round with a pocket full of pain Walk 'round with a pocket full of rain I cut some n***as off, I got smarter, they told the world we was beefin' Told them my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em Know the streets snitching, papa can't get out the kitchen though They sent some shots, I sent them back, and I had all of my jewelry on Four different cell phones, still answer jail calls Blood on my hand, dog, tsunami when tears fall (Al Geno on the track)
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