[Intro]
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
[Verse 1]
Niggas gather 'round for my vision
Hollow points around town with precision
My ambition, the pen's only cream
And the moves I gotta make to release the steam
Pressure buildin' up like Lego
And it's my turn to bat like Jose Canseco
I gotta pay the rent, plus I gotta represent
My outlook on life is dark like limo tint
Last bone spent on a Philly and a Mystic
Can't end up another statistic
Kids pull steel for the superstar status
The gat is the most common apparatus
Searching for a getaway, an escape route
Undercover DTs on the all-night stakeout
Original heads enslaved by the devil
Gotta get the cash to increase my level
[Chorus]
It's a must, in God we trust
We lust for the papes, so heads get bust
'Cause we ain't down with the nine-to-five, so let me know if you roll with us
It's a must, in God we trust
We lust for the papes, so heads get bust
'Cause we ain't down with the nine-to-five, so let me know if you roll with us
[Verse 2]
Sendin' this one out to my people
'Cause it seems I can't survive without the root of all evil
Cash delivery, money in the chemical
You don't like it? You can get the genitals
Street general, I stalk with the mad grill
Blood spill on the real for the dollar bill
I make more connections than Chuck Woolery
Stay strapped with enough artillery
Mortal Kombat, on point like a thumb tack
Roo, Hall of course, and my nigga Contact
We strive to build the foundation
My money situation got me pissed like urination
I'm blazin' L's for the man who's deceased
Searching for a God we trust and find peace
This is what we do on the daily
This is what the roots represent like Alex Haley
[Chorus]
It's a must, in God we trust
We lust for the papes, so heads get bust
'Cause we ain't down with the nine-to-five, so let me know if you roll with us
It's a must, in God we trust
We lust for the papes, so heads get bust
'Cause we ain't down with the nine-to-five, so let me know if you roll with us
[Interlude]
Fuck a nine-to-five
Fuck a nine-to-five
Fuck a nine-to-five
Fuck a nine-to-five
Fuck a nine-to-five
Fuck a nine-to-five
Fuck a nine-to-five
[Verse 3]
Dealin' with the frustration, bein' broke as a bitch
I'm damn sure filthy, but I'm far from rich
Gotta switch, turn into a stickup kid
I ain't down for a twenty-year bid
My cousin Malik make two G's a week
And his moms won't speak on his survival technique
'Cause he's the bread winner, but the head spinner
Is that he might end up ghost or in a
Penitentiary, potentially, essentially
We be the victims for the last four century
Genocide, men have died for less than nothin'
But still concentrate on my pocket stuffin'
Like the stovetop, gotta give up your whole knot
I'm takin' no shit, throw shot
Even though we lookin' for the better scenery
My mind's focused on the lye and the greenery
[Chorus]
It's a must, in God we trust
We lust for the papes, so heads get bust
'Cause we ain't down with the nine-to-five, so let me know if you roll with us
It's a must, in God we trust
We lust for the papes, so heads get bust
'Cause we ain't down with the nine-to-five, so let me know if you roll with us
It's a must, in God we trust
We lust for the papes, so heads get bust
'Cause we ain't down with the nine-to-five, so let me know if you roll with us
It's a must, in God we trust
We lust for the papes, so heads get bust
'Cause we ain't down with the nine-to-five, so let me know if you roll with us
[Outro]
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
