متن آهنگ Deep Pockets از Drake

متن آهنگ Deep Pockets از Drake

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 Scraps 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 was 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, etcetera 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 Hills 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'