Lyrics:

How they talking it but ain't living it?
That Spade pop, I'm sipping it, made mine deliberate
Made mine in remembrance of a couple of doors down
'Cause when you neighbors wit the greatest, your applause sounds

Madison Square like I rap for where it's like
If nothing else is saving you then packaging squares might
They told me that I got it to Basquiat it
Brought you so close to it you thought you was buying product

Vividly I, forefront 'em when they sit on the sides
I gave 'em Linderella stories and the city obliged
I'm in a city of Gods and needles and Foamposites
Singing line for the line and see how this dope got us

Arms length, jeeps with dark tents, Damier Louis shit
Tisa's in all prints for the desire of everything, they deny us
They ask to define us tell 'em dreaming's the problem
So if you see us anywhere its pockets full

Pockets full, pockets full of now
So know that if we down
We'll be down till we counting all around
And counting till we out, tell 'em pockets full

My pockets was empty till I flipped and tripled my profit
I'm similar to Skyzoo, attempted to sky rocket
Posted by them benches serving them smokers
That buy product as hopeless as I had it

Not bragging, but baby, I made it out the city
Where them people will bang flamers and double back
Clap and shoot your dame in the same evening
Your city ain't wild as ours, Philly raise heathens
Y'all city raise divas like Billy Ray Cyrus

Freezer count cheese, get green like I'm Irish
Flow wavy, I'm about to set seas like a pirate
Call the navy up, tell 'em Team Early up, wilding
I ain't talking 'bout the drink when I say its hypnotic
These rappers far from goblins and they're not goons

And when I'm flowing on the beat the pocket's full
Used to post up on the street, tell 'em cop and move
Now I bully booths, I got a lot to prove
Tell them fools my pockets full

Pockets full, pockets full of now
So know that if we down
We'll be down till we counting all around
And counting till we out, tell 'em pockets full

We grew up singing, keep your eyes open
And your wallet in your front pocket
Riding along gave us one option
Riding along to the drum knocking like yeah, the drums got this

And God forbid if the drums stopping
But if they ever do then all we ever knew
Was so for real we can hand 'em what we've yet to lose

Soul for real baby, candy coated residue
And know the drill if them cameras ever get to you
Fuck it, we on tho