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    Drake

    Deep Pockets Lyrics

    For my nigga Hush

    Yeah, look

    Dressed in fatigues, I rep the East with my trustees

    Smokin' 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 losin' enough sleep dealin' with envy

    And the news that they sent for me got the block in a frenzy

    It's on Meech like it's trendy

    Runnin' 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 takin' over

    I gotta bust it down, break it open

    Until somebody starts takin' notice, then we rollin'

    Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin'

    Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in

    Now we rollin'

    Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin'

    Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in

    Now we rollin'

    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

    Runnin' missions

    Pyramid schemes just like the Egyptians

    Back when hotlines were still flippin'

    Now I'm seein' money off of hotlines blingin' but it feels different

    Transitions, plans switchin', ambition

    Mindin' my business, buildin' a business, et cetera

    Inspired by a few, but my mind really drives itself like Tesla

    I always had a little somethin' 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 gettin' taller

    My soundtrack is the second Carter, dreamin' of acceptin' offers

    And easin' tensions

    Keepin' family out of East Detention

    And out of Pine Hill Funeral Center

    Spots we got no business enterin'

    Back when Jill Scott was the apple of my afrocentric eye

    I had to find a way to get someone's attention

    Then we rollin', then we rollin'

    Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in

    Now we rollin'

    Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin'

    Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in

    Now we rollin'