Deep Pockets Lyrics by Drake

[Intro]
For my nigga Hush!
Yeah, look

[Verse 1]
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
Straps 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 shorty 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'

[Chorus]
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'

[Verse 2]
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, et cetera
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 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

[Chorus]
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'