Turn it up...

Ma threw a birthday again (Broke.)

Feelings at risk and freedoms provoked

Ain't maintaining like other folks

Try to ease the pain, telling mother jokes

Only got me hiding the pain

Damn shame

But I keep it real in my quotes

Don’t announce the feeling I feel the most

'Cause Giuliani don't play when he catch you dealing with toast

You feel me?

It's gonna get better

But is it really?

It was better when I was young

Stealing bikes, bouncing, doing a pop-a-wheelie

Do I (A) sell drugs, get my pockets filled up

Hustle for cash, even though I might get killed up

Or do I (B) just chill... I don't need to hust-ill

C'mon down, this rap shit real

I'm talented plus ill

I dig in my pockets, looking for dough

Series is cancelled

No cream, I dig in much deeper, looking for answers

Pulling out lint only depresses me

'Cause everything costs god trying to pay rent on time especially

You need to get a job and keep it

I heard somebody talking, I turned around quick, I didn't peep it

The streets is where the dough is at though, it ain't a secret

I looked down to see my fucking pocket speaking

I know y'all think I'm reaching

I'm like, look, I'm too high for this

Plus, everybody know the street's where the dough is at

What you a rocket scientist?

My left pocket laughs, says

Hahahahs, ****, you don't know the half

If you was really bout it bout it pushing a nav getting cash

Or, you could be writing beats

Banging out joints in the lab

There you go again, that goodie, goodie shit is for crabs

Plus, it ain’t rational

I can’t believe I live on the goddamn same pair of pants as you

I think I need a glass or two

Cause I’m bugging out, these jeans I’m rocking is on the next level

Far from fashionable, my left pocket said fuck em, he gassin you

Look at my left pocket and pulled it out

He barked on me, he told me its cool

Put em back inside and cool out

In the strangest stance, I think they knew by the way the game was glance

That I was on my way back into my lab to change my pants

Ran downstairs to the room, took off my pants

Threw them at the wall, they hit the floor started singing

My ears ringing

You can run but you can’t hide

These pockets need to get filled up

Worldwide, watch your pockets

cause nowadays crime pays

 In all kind ways, you can pay your rent

And see these sunshine days

Sell drugs you live

If you sell drugs you die

Worldwide, cause you can work, come home and get high

No matter how you drop a problem, microscopically

Get up get out and fill these goddamn pockets

The next day had me looking at the night before blurry

Woke up, hungover, breath stinking, tongue furry

Took a shower, brush my teeth without a worry

Then remembered I had a studio session, yo, I had to hurry

Brush my hair quick, who on the murry

Turn up the durag, went to the pile of clothes on the floor where my sweater was buried

Sifted through the traditional

I don’t hang my clothes up, so what

It ain’t really that critical

Pulled my sweater out

Rolled out, but by accident

I ain’t have shit to match with it

Picked up the jeans I had the night before

Threw on my sweater and now I like it more

Masin’ Timbs, grabbed some keys and now I’m out the front door

(**** you got me pissed before)

I’m like it’s y’all again, holding my screen piss

About to cut some holes in my jeans

****, how you bouncing, you ain’t holding no cream

Good question, had the hood guess it

I thought y’all was only for good dressing

Now y’all speaking to me

how long you been peeping the steed

My left pocket said

The problem in here deeper than me

A man who got shit on lock always leave with his keys

Ain’t no secret to me

I’m trying to make joints for people to see

Went back inside and let a roast

Cause you remind me I’m broke

Laid on my futon with my shoes on

Inhaled all the smoke

I tried to pass to my right pocket and he declined

My left pocket then started to whine

And said

He be fronting all the time ****

Sell your drugs, get yo dough

Cop that weight, make that cake

I look down at this pocket **** smoking a spliff

And this shit sound great

My right pocket sounded like a prophet

And told me wait for a street date

There’s money in this rap shit

Yeah true, but instead of moving forward

I found myself bent, going backwards

Stressed, smoking shawn’s weed out of vanilla dutch and backwoods

Ready to rob a ****, fatigued down, rocking a black hood

Both y’all **** shut the fuck up, damn it ain’t no mistake

Yo I’m trying to get this motherfucker to go out and rob ****

And kill **** (No!)

What the fuck is you doing (He has a career)

You fucking it all up (Nooo No!)

You need the dough to get the bitches

(**** I got a girl)

So what, so does every other motherfucker in the world

(But if you love her and enough so you can money so y’all can spot)

Fuck that, cause you don’t know if she out creeping with other guys

My whole life needs to be summarized, I need to realize

If I’m going to go astray or take the word of the wise

Blurry my eyes

Cause neither of my pockets live

But its enough to blow your high

Get out to die

You know what, You know what

Fuck both of y’all (No!)

I’m gonna go put my fatigues on (No!)

I knew I should’ve put them on

Fuck that

Shut the fuck Up (No!)

Don’t try this at home

Don’t try this at home