Rah Tha Ruler - Pocketfull

Night time angels sing
While Cops still killing kings
I Need my whole set wit rings
The Trap full of Angels wings
My Pocket full of dedication
I'm Focused on assimilation
No They don't fully understand
What it really takes to be tha man
Taking care of all my fam
That had always been the plan
Ever since my father drove a van
All Black with Peanut Butter Tan
I Always knew I had a role
I Planned and tackled all my goals
I'm Buying package for the low
I Learned to trap and stack my doe
Young nigga
Ripping the roads
Getting them sold
Don't hit my Jack less you getting a bowl
I'm on the attack tryna flip me a load
I Gotta stimulate my mind
When I'm on the grind
I Feel I'm running outta time
So I Put it all on the line
I Couldn't leave it all to chance
I had to chase it
I Never had a small advance I had to make it
I dove straight in
The vast waters of the game slowly caved in
Never fold
This be the new take over
Every time Tha Ruler log in it's game over
Style too original you can't make over
Running laps around these rappers like Daytona
I know they wish we never got paper
It's funny cause I never wish to never have haters
Mob with takers and watch for the traitors
Glocks with the lasers go bond with ya maker
It really get wicked in these streets
You can get clipped right in the middle if it's beef
When little soldiers roaming the streets
100 deep
Get ya face swelled up outchea thinking it's sweet
For the love of the money in the ghetto
Tops Dogs pulling strings more than Gepetto
Young corporals shooting mortals earning medals
For the Guns and Butter
Theyd kill their own brother
So I just keep a pocket full of shine
A mindful of dreams
And a heart full of grind
Deep down I know the world is all mine
I just gotta give it more time
Hustle hard don't ever give up
Went from player to coach like Chauncey Bill Ups
Now they feel us
Who the realest
BK spread love
Going out to all my dead thugs
Who known to send slugs
To protect the community
Divisions for the weak it's more power in the unity
Against the World it's just you and me
Hands clutching on the heat screaming "fuck police"
Dressed in all black like Fred Hampton
Heathens won't do me like they did Samson
The game of lust so dangerous
It could lead to everything that would flame you up
So keep your heads where it's suppose to be
And let these words stick with you like a rosary
Take all your pain let it go release
And trust that life is going how it's suppose to be

Written by:
Calbert Collins

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