| You’re outta pocket baby
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| And everyone knows it
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| Everyone
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| Even Samantha
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| (Verse 1: Rexx Life Raj)
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| Julia caught me off an adderall
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| I’m takin' shots
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| But what I’m shooting is a cannonball
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| We’re full-court pressing
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| And fake flexing like it’s basketball
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| I’m Berkeley as a yellow jacket
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| This too cold for you to jack it
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| Grab a jacket, dog
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| We sit back and laugh at y’all
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| You never had a father figure
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| Can’t be mad at y’all
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| The father figure’s back involved
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| Feed niggas the game like it was apple sauce
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| In hopes that you get your own
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| And no longer just tag along
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| My city just tagged me and I’m
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| Feelin' like the chosen one
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| Squadliness is godliness
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| You’re lookin' at the holy ones
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| I do it for my mother
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| I’m her only son
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| Daddy got some others
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| My sister, she cut like scissors
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| I rarely hear from my brother
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| I’m sending, love to my nephews and nieces
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| In hopes this reaches
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| No, your grandpa’s heart broken
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| My mother picks up the pieces
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| Good thing she’s good at puzzles
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| That’s me being facetious
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| People say I need Jesus
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| I wish Jesus would reveal himself…
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| I’m so outta pocket, I’m so outta pocket
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| I’m so outta pocket, aye
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| I’m so outta pocket, I’ve been outta pocket
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| Know that you can’t stop it, aye
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| I’m so outta
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| I’m so outta
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| Really outta pocket, yeah
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| I’ve been out of
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| Suck my dick and
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| Leave me outta pocket
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| (Verse 2: Guapdad 4000)
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| I’ve been beating up these Louboutins, yeah
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| My wrist been trippin'
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| Might get my dick sucked
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| Eatin' Wendy’s nuggets, in Wendy’s
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| I’ve sent lawyers to get bucks out the bank
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| So I might spend fifty
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| Charge my aunt for a post on my IG-page
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| Shit, like 10,50 $
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| I was supposed to turn some students hundred
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| To a band, but i ran out
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| Invite my friends who can’t dress
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| So my outfit just stands out
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| I only fuck my side chick
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| Whenever she’s over her mans house
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| When I leave, I take all the kids Capri Suns
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| Every damn pouch
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| Yeah, I’m so outta pocket, I’m so outta pocket
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| I’m so outta pocket, aye
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| I’m so outta pocket, I’ve been outta pocket
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| Know that you can’t stop it, aye
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| I’m so outta
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| I’m so outta
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| Really outta pocket, yeah
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| I’ve been out of
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| Suck my dick and
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| Leave me outta pocket
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| (Verse 3: Rexx Life Raj)
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| One time for the internet
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| One time 'cause I’ve been a threat
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| One time for my dreads and my gold teeth
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| Big black nigga flex intellect, woah
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| Don’t feel y’all that’s a disconnect, bro
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| Niggas throw shade, but
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| Ain’t got time for the petty
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| Big nigga sex symbol with the jelly
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| Rub my dick and then rub my belly
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| (You outta pocket)
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| Am I?
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| Am I for real?
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| Or do I take full advantage of free will
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| One time for a nigga who don’t got no chill
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| One time, that’s uno tiempo
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| Spanish is complicated, this is simple
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| Mind over matter
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| in the middle
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| I posess the game in my temple like
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| Yeah, I’m so outta pocket, I’m so outta pocket
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| I’m so outta pocket, aye
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| I’m so outta pocket, I’ve been outta pocket
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| Know that you can’t stop it, aye
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| I’m so outta
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| I’m so outta
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| Really outta pocket, yeah
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| I’ve been out of
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| Suck my dick and
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| Leave me outta pocket |