Pocket Full Of Pain - Starlito, NoCap

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)