Shut Up

Found a life in the low

Of my life

I was turnt up

Sobered up

And sticky stuck

Guess I’m good

Guess my hood

Is getting out

Of it

Got money pockets

Got silent lockets

Drop it

Sock it

My ankle is outta pocket

And yet still

My grave

Will say

G got pockets

My grave will say

Yet still

Pockets are heavy

In bloody

Husband gravy

They can’t make me

I make me

Pop it

Lock it

Sock it

Drop it