PhatNugg - Pouch

They did not fuck with me then, They will not fuck with me now
Can't get this thought out my head, Can't get my hand out this pouch
Sparking that doobie in bed, no wonder why I do not be going out
Head in the clouds, no wonder why I do not be coming down
I had to get my ass up off the ground cuz I felt surrounded
All of these phonies around me talking bout they wrist like a fountain
I be astounded (Why?)
Cuz Its accepted (Oh)
The real is neglected, it's all around us
Popping those uppers and downers and you'll be respected
Thats what the next it, It's about flexin'
Hope you can catch this, please do not drop it
Rather see my crew comfortable over putting clothes in my closet
Cuz I'm gon stumble and fumble and just end up blowing up all my deposits
I need to stop it
Get back to my roots, They hate when I do this
When I'm spitting the truth I be useless
Want me dreaming but not the type lucid
Drinking booze posting up acting foolish
It got me thinking to myself who's this
Starting to sound like you Judas
Don't take me as the type that's foolish I know what the move is
Different strokes, Brand new kid
Coming back, Like who is this
Where you been? Oh got lost again
Trying to find your way to the promised lane
(I be) Going 85 down 36
And I still got resin on my fingertips
Guess I'm sliding life heard that it's a bitch
Heart of gold diaphragm is a treasure chest
You know my bong is as long as my torso
Way I be flicking the BIC those across from me thinking that I'm doing morse code
If you looking for that real shit then this is the source yo
But it ain't forced though
Right from the torso
Talking about abdomen
Ya'll on my back again
Talking about Phats gon win
Talking them facts again
Just how we used to do
Ya I got news for you
I cannot be trapped inside of a cubicle
Looking at you thought the feeling was mutual
I know it never is, Ima fix myself with sedatives
Ima get by on some reckless shit
(Why?) Cuz that's what they told me to do
They gon act older than you what is colder than truth
That's up to you bro, Don't take the fools gold
They put on new shows, Where they old crew though
Need a new whip to go
How's that shit
Always need ten on your wrist
No homies hand on your dish
All yes men no one to diss
No one to smoke up that pouch with not a soul in that back seat
Probably left all their homies at that red light cuz the clothes was all they see
Thinking ice be what they breath cuz they soul don't produce no heat
Know the coup can take you down that road but it's never gonna make you complete
Give a damn what they say there's no need to repeat
Cuz its always been fuck what you think
And you can forget bout the then and the now cuz I'll always be fucking with me

Written by:
Luke Halpin

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