Statik Selektah - In The Pocket - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Statik Selektah

album: Round Trip

Check, check, check, check
Yeah
Statik Selektah
You can turn my mic up
Yeah, you can it up some more so I can really hear
A little more
Ayo
King of the hill, bitch I'm Bobby Jill
People hate but I still
Write all the shit I feel
Like a game of eight ball, it's only one intention
Two face hustlers like two countries is in contention
Off the track like three tires missing suspension
For your eyes only like a pair of bifocals
But y'all don't feel me like a quad I'm going postal
Five seconds 'till I say something antisocial
Five, four, three, two, one
Fuck people I hate 'em
Extroverted introverts that's paid to public speak
At minimum that's six figures, I do three speeches a week
Made seven figures in a day that's not all
I save the eight for last, I'm in the pocket like a nine ball
Love to rhyme for y'all
First picked up the pen when I was ten
When my step daddy went to the pen
First time I heard my first was at 11
Curfew was 12
Runnin' with shorties that's 13
My older brother 14
On the corner he servin' fiends
15 bullets sprayed in a drive-by
His children run wide-eyed
Some get hit and when they do they fall
My lyricism go straight to your dome like it's an 8 ball
I stay with scratch but never in a pocket
My flow is always in the pocket
Statik

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