DRAKE Deep Pockets LYRICS

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'