Thin Pockets - Ryler Smith, Mikey

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