Lint Pockets

(Come on) Y'all out here wearing Purple jeans The jeans I got on, they say Amiri Your pockets full of lint You're broke as fuck, you need help severely I blew the Drac' it had my ears ringing It's fuckin' up my hearing In 60 years you'll touch a mil I do more than that yearly I done robbed and took from so many Hems they wanna kill me Y'all be saying rich shit in all my songs You don't feel me I got a top lawyer, I catch a case, I'm not guilty I sit back and pay for hats and drop the pape off That's the drill fee It's 2024 and you still don't got a TV in your room He was reaching for my chain The last thing he heard was boom My dog died reaching for a chain Make sure to write that on his tomb You're still piss poor, you got your son wearing Fruity Looms I'm rich in real life, I don't gotta rap I'm the one who give rap niggas they own battle rap Stop making shit up in all your songs You don't got a hat I'm on a bank run right now, hit it back to back I woulda killed my own homie if I found out he was a rat I thought I was dead on sight He wouldn't just sit down and just chat And I think that's kind of sad Got your chain tooken Checks all down the street, you were downbad My AMG's my daily bucket, I be drivin' it all fast This car's cheap as fuck it's only 60K, Don't care to crash Y'all out here wearing Purple jeans The jeans I got on, they say Amiri Your pockets full of lint You're broke as fuck, you need help severely I blew the Drac' it had my ears ringing It's fuckin' up my hearing In 60 years you'll touch a mil I do more than that yearly I done robbed and took from so many Hems they wanna kill me Y'all be saying rich shit in all my songs You don't feel me I got a top lawyer, I catch a case, I'm not guilty I sit back and pay for hats and drop the pape off That's the drill fee