Pocket Full Of Pain (feat. NoCap)

(Al Geno on the track) 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 'em my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em Know the streets snitchin', papa can't get out the kitchen, though They sent some shots, I sent 'em 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 it take off I heard he talkin' out his head, we plan on takin' it off Money ain't save me, actually, it's running me crazy We ain't tryna let him see the doctor, we gon' grave him If they want some static, we the TV with no cable 30 in my ratchet, 30 in my denims Today, I feel like matching, light 'em up like Christmas $30K on earrings, I'm balling just like I'm Paul Pierce Holding in my cries, I'm posted up on the top tier Defense my environment, I gave the whole block steel I done went so damn big, I'm still thinkin' Pac here Still thinking cops here, still keeping Glocks near More cautious than ever, still whatever in case that's not clear Tryna stay out of touch, I got too much to lose I got loose fuckin' screws, that's why I ride around with tools I'm buyin' it to move and I ain't trying to lose 30 on my nine, and I'm tryna make 30 off this nine of food 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 'em to the east, ain't no tellin' what I'll charge for 'em Take 'em to trial, make it hard for 'em Yeah, I walk 'round with a pocket full of money, I just made Now I tell myself, put some of that shit away for rainy days, Lito Permanent scars, permanent tears, nigga At war with them shottas, at war with street niggas When you accepting your flaws, that shit get deep, nigga Free my janitor, the feds just did a sweep, nigga Damn, case after case Had to make peace with the mistakes I had 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 save me, actually, it's running me crazy (For real, ah) 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? Uh 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 'em my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em Know the streets snitchin', papa can't get out the kitchen, though They sent some shots, I sent 'em 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)