Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pocket Full Of Pain , by - Starlito. Release date: 14.12.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pocket Full Of Pain |
| 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 them my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em |
| Know the streets snitching, papa can’t get out the kitchen though |
| They sent some shots, I sent them 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 him take off |
| I heard he talking out his head, we plan on taking it off |
| Money ain’t saved me-actually, it’s running me crazy |
| We ain’t tryna let him see the doctor, we gon' grave him |
| If they want some steady weed and TV with no cable |
| Thirty in my ratchet, thirty in my denims |
| Today I feel like matching, light 'em up like Christmas |
| 30K on earrings, I’m balling just like on pod pills |
| Holding in my cries, I’m posted up on the top ten |
| Defense my environment, I gave the whole block stick |
| I done went so damn big, I’m still thinking Pac here |
| Still thinking cops here, still keeping Glocks near |
| More cautious than ever, still whatever, case that’s not clear |
| Trying to stay out of touch, I got too much to lose |
| I got loose fuckin' screws, that’s why I ride around tools |
| I’m buying at the mood and I ain’t trying to lose |
| Thirty of my nine and I’m tryna make thirty of this nine, a fool |
| 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 into the east, ain’t no telling what I’ll charge for him |
| Take him to trial, make it an art form |
| Yeah, I walk around with a pocket full of money I just made |
| And I tell myself, put some of that shit away for rainy days |
| Permanent scars, permanent tears, nigga |
| And what would them shottas say, what would street niggas |
| When you accepting your flaws that shit get deep, nigga |
| Free my janitor, the feds just did a sweep, nigga |
| Case after case, had to make peace with the mistakes I 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 saved me-actually, it’s running me crazy |
| 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? |
| 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 them my deepest secrets, they either laugh or repeat 'em |
| Know the streets snitching, papa can’t get out the kitchen though |
| They sent some shots, I sent them 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) |