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[Verse 1]
I like them bad bitches
And bitches with mad riches
And everything I spit
Is complete with ambition
In the game with admission
Hoes keep hash twistin’
You at a loss of style
That’s why your swag missin’
Uh, 15, spit clean
With a sick lean
Only 2 things, that’s:
Spit dope and get green
Knew I was the shit
Though I really wasn’t
Used to write raps
In the backroom with my cousin
Used to play my shit loud
Parents started fussin’
But I stuck with this shit
Now my music sort’a buzzin’
I’m not Dwight Howard
But you think this shit is magic
How I’m ballin’ like I’m Jason
And Nowitzki in the Mavericks
Kids, I stay active
When I’m smashin’
Pocket Fixed Mob royalty
That’s what happened
Real recognize real
Mothafucka
Everytime you hear my shit
You know I’m ill, mothafucka. Yea!
[Verse 2]
I’ll take you all the way
Back to the days
When Cube, Eazy, and Dre
Put on for LA
NWA made a hit
Straight Outta Compton
But it’s my turn now
I’m comin’ straight outta Pocket
I won’t stop until I’m
Legendary, gettin’:
Money in my pockets
I got money in my denims
I do it for the mob
I do it for my business
I do it for kids who ain’t
Got a place to go for Christmas
I got a vision, and a plan
And a mission
I got a lot of soul
I’m a young Jimi Hendrix
Kids I make listen
And if them critics take a listen
The best bet is for
Them to go ballistic
I’m not sayin’ that I’m
In the game yet
But I’m doin’ pretty well
If you ain’t heard my name yet
[Outro]
Yea, Welcome To Pocket, nigga..
[Pooter:] Some very ignorant shit…
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