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Deep Pockets Lyrics By Drake

    for my nigga hush
    yeah look

    dressed in fatigues i rep the east with my trustees
    smokin’ oncrushedleaves
    they turn theyback on everything we built thenthey 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’

    Artist: Drake

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 266