ThaR3al3st - Pocket Rocket

Pocket rockets
I got 4 pockets nigga
Hold up
Got a Quadrant
Feeling like a prophet
Silence when I'm vibing nigga
Hold up
Need a monument
9 tucked
On right side nigga
Hold up
Kinda prominent
Cross dominant
Squint my right eye nigga
Hold up
Bruh I hate that shit
Living in a small town I was dreaming of a drop top, with a sub box new glock in the Glove box
Not orthodox on my block in the boondocks, ATL's the first time I ever seen a gridlock
Never had a wifey, kept fuckin with thots, wife was just too pricey can't afford a damn White rock
Some ring pops, flip flops, and a tank top, maybe snickers at the cornerstone on the hill Top
I'm different
Just listen
It's a New vibe that I'm Spittin
I stay distant
But still peeping
Addyd up so no sleeping
Bruh I'm drifting
It's not rented
And that 9s tucked but no offensive
Just a ruger
But efficient
And them hollow points dead the kidding
But it's deadass Toe tags if they plotting tho
Cuz I'm chasing them big bags no shopping tho
Hot boxing that good gas car rotten tho
Till I'm Paranoid
Paranoid
Till every light equals sirens
Pocket rockets
I got 4 pockets nigga hold up
Got a Quadrant
Feeling like a prophet
Silence when I'm vibing nigga
Hold up
Need a monument
9 tucked
On right side nigga
Hold up
Kinda prominent
Cross dominant
Squint my right eye nigga
Hold up
Bruh I hate the shit
864
Vibin' wit da woes
Young nigga trynna focus
Cuz staying 10 toes
Is one thing hoes
Will Neever be ON
BOGUS
Had my head low
But time to blow
Like
Grenades i use to be throwing
Young ARMY nigga bruh I don't need affiliation
I'm loaded
I'm a menace hits back to back I'm playing tennis
And we be chilling start shit and we'll decrease the census
Some fool in memphis try to sneak me I left no fuckin witness
Smart nigga, never had sentence
Knock on wood
Levels to this shit meek mill he taught me that
A lot of bad choices and I'll never get them bitches back
The devil on my shoulder kills the angel with a gat
It's no love just girls power respect and getting fuckin stacks
I'm riding in the coupe bloody seats you know the deal
Your girl calling me scoop her heels reflecting off the wheels
Talking shit but I'm not phased, got the strap concealed
Country boy raised still outstanding in this field
Pocket rockets
I got 4 pockets nigga
Hold up
Got a Quadrant
Feelin like a prophet
Silence when I'm vibing nigga
Hold up
Need a monument
9 tucked
On right side nigga
Hold up
Kinda prominent
Cross dominant
Squint my right eye nigga
Hold up
Bruh I hate that shit

Written by:
Christian Gossett

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