Testo Pocket Full Of Pain - Starlito, NoCap

Pocket Full Of Pain

Walk 'round with a pocket full of pain
Walk 'round with a pocket full of rain
I cut some niggas 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 he talking out his head, we plan on taking it off
Money ain’t saved 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 fuckin' 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 shit away for rainy days
Permanent scars, permanent tears, nigga
And what would them shottas say, what would street niggas
When you accepting your flaws that shit get deep, nigga
Free my janitor, the feds just did a sweep, nigga
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 nigga 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 niggas 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)