Deep Pockets Songtext
von Drake

For my nigga Hush
Yeah, look

Dressed in fatigues, I rep the East with my trustees
Smokin′ on crushed leaves
They turn they back on everything we built, then they must bleed
I've seen splatter hit the snow when the blood freeze
Scraps over territory they know we must keep
Get home and white Air Forces get brushed clean

Back when my mama would interrupt sleep
To tell me hurry up ′cause the bus leaves
Summertime heatwaves, I used to just cut sleeves
My shawty really love me, man, she want me to cut keys
I can't do that normal type of life, is it just me?
Niggas steady try to ride the wave, but it's rough seas


I′m losin′ enough sleep dealin' with envy
And the news that they sent for me got the block in a frenzy
It′s on Meech like it's trendy
Runnin′ round from Laurier to MacKenzie when the city's empty, yeah
Early twenties, but I want fifties, hundreds, not pennies
I need plenty

Got me ready to flip the F out like Fendi
Whatever′s in me, it's takin' over
I gotta bust it down, break it open
Until somebody starts takin′ notice, then we rollin′

Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin′
Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in
Now we rollin′
Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin′
Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in
Now we rollin'

Look
Back when Big Apple sold dreams, I stuck to my own thing
Back when the house that I own now was my home screen
Before I′d ever hit the road and feel like the home team
Runnin′ missions
Pyramid schemes just like the Egyptians
Back when hotlines were still flippin'


Now I′m seein' money off of hotlines blingin′ but it feels different
Transitions, plans switchin', ambition
Mindin′ my business, buildin' a business, etcetera
Inspired by a few, but my mind really drives itself like Tesla
I always had a little somethin' extra
Back when Corey was our sole investor
And the car could get from A to B, but won′t impress ya

Look, I ain′t no baller
Still need my accounts longer like the way my nephew's gettin′ taller
My soundtrack is the second Carter, dreamin' of acceptin′ offers
And easin' tensions
Keepin′ family out of East Detention
And out of Pine Hill's Funeral Center
Spots we got no business enterin'
Back when Jill Scott was the apple of my afrocentric eye
I had to find a way to get someone′s attention

Then we rollin′, then we rollin'
Deep pockets on a nigga, I can′t find my phone in
Now we rollin'
Yeah, then we rollin′, then we rollin'
Deep pockets on a nigga, I can′t find my phone in
Now we rollin'