Freeway - Pockets Full lyrics

[Verse 1: Skyzoo] How they talking it but ain't living it? That Spade pop, I'm sipping it, made mine deliberate Made mine in remembrance of a couple of doors down Cause when you neighbors wit the greatest your applause sounds Madison Square like, I rap for where its like If nothing else is saving you then packaging squares might They told me that I got it to Basquiat it Brought you so close to it you thought YOU was buying product Vividly I, forefront em when they sit on the sides I gave em Linderella stories and the city obliged I'm in a city of Gods and needles and Foamposites Singing line for the line and see how this dope got us Arms length, jeeps with dark tents Damier Louis sh**, Tisa's in all prints For the desire of everything they deny us They ask to define us tell em dreaming's the problem So if you see us anywhere its pockets full [Hook] Pockets full Pockets full of now So know that if we down We'll be down til we counting all around And counting til we out Tell em pockets full [Verse 2: Freeway] My pockets was empty til I flipped and tripled my profit I'm similar to Skyzoo, attempted to sky rocket Posted by them benches serving them smokers that buy product As hopeless as I had it, not bragging but baby I made it Out the city where them people will bang Flamers and double back, clap and shoot your dame in the same Evening, your city ain't wild as ours, Philly raise heathens Y'all city raise divas like Billy Ray Cyrus Freezer count cheese, get green like I'm Irish Flow wavy, I'm about to set seas like a pirate Call the navy up, tell 'em Team Early up, wilding I ain't talking 'bout the drink when I say its hypnotic These rappers far from goblins and they're not goons And when I'm flowing on the beat the pocket's full Used to post up on the street, tell 'em cop and move Now I bully booths, I got a lot to prove, tell them fools my pockets full [Hook] [Verse 3: Skyzoo] We grew up singing keep your eyes open & your wallet in your front pocket Riding along gave us one option Riding along to the drum knocking, like yea the drums got this And God forbid if the drums stopping But if they ever do, then all we ever knew Was so for real we can hand em what we've yet to lose Soul For Real baby, candy coated residue And know the drill if them cameras ever get to you, f** it we on tho