Thin Pockets

Baggie pants with black hoodies
Put me back in a trance
Ain’t no halfing these plans
Yo we got one chance
We was up until like too late
Pockets thin like a soufflé
Getting drunk on a Tuesday
Wake up with tooth ache
Trynna fuck somebody
Wanna wreck those walls
Wake up early and correct those flaws
Uh
New rap album dun made my day
Brought the spark back
Like my name Mahlay
Im aiming high
Only way
Or else bite up on the cyanide
See it thru the Zion eye
Long shots I desir mine
Uh
Check
Up in thes booths
Straight living what I dun choosed
Ain’t no shit don’t get it confused
Cruising through the night
Highway bright but the city sleeps
I get the sense
Goose gumps on my skin
They run too deep
I had this spot
Everyone came through in instant
Whole building turned to piss stench
Weed plants with the rich stank
Uh
Momma came back
And found those cracks and cradles
Same night I left the house
Relationship turned fatal
Momma went to back to Kenya
Now we text often
Makes you wonder how to fix shit
When you mess your shot
Fried food at 1:22
The city sleeps
Except the youngins up
Creeping looking out for their peace
Check
Uh
What you gonna do
Before your time is over?
Step the fuck up or get pushed over
I’m done with you niggas
Just wasting my time and energy
Replaced the ones who bailed on me
With the real ones who stand with me
Uh
We was up until too late
Pockets thin, soufflé
Fucked up nights on a Tuesday
Huh
So what ya know about us son?
Y’all ain’t knowin' shit
Baggie pants with black hoodies
Put me back in a trance
Ain’t no halfing these plans
Yo we got one chance
We was up until like too late
Pockets thin like a soufflé
Getting drunk on a Tuesday
Wake up with tooth ache