[ Featuring Brock Strother ]
Okay now you know who it is
Pocket full of fire no fibs
I've been thinking bout the sh*t I don't give
Wait, you know who it is
Call it how I see it, how it is
So, maybe it's the fact I never did
You know
You know who it is
Pocket full of fire no fibs
I've been thinking bout the sh*t I don't give
Wait, what else did I miss
Call it how I see, how it is
So maybe it's the fact I never did
Okay now I don't do no drugs
But baby this is crack rock (crack rock?)
Blue paper round the feet, black hat, and White Sox's
I take flight and let the kite walk
I draw lines all around the beat, white chalk
I know I hit it every time inside the right spot, but I'm married to the money so I gotta let the wife talk
(Bi***)
Switch to a little some different I think I like more
Get a little stern like Howard and grab the white board
And get to drawling, and if you could get both of my balls in, that would be great
Okay now you know who it is
Pocket full of fire no fibs
I've been thinking bout the sh*t I don't give
Wait, you know who it is
Call it how I see it, how it is
So, maybe it's the fact I never did
You know
You know who it is
Pocket full of fire no fibs
I've been thinking bout the sh*t I don't give
Wait, what else did I miss
Call it how I see, how it is
So maybe it's the fact I never did
Yeah it's me, I know, I ball, two those
You see, two more, they hang, disco
Schitt's creek, yall's flows, TP, those hoes
Wait D, us though, I call, two pros
SOO
Never been no trick, uh
New car need a brand new whip
And yeah my chromes sick, look how they got the spins
It's like they been uh, sipping on that Juice and Gin
And then stumblin in about ten, like Lindsay Lohan with both hands but coke then
Well let my rhymes, soak in
Fire they have Ben, Johnson with the pen
Beat struggling like Ben Simms in Brooklyn
This just in, my pen just a cussin and fussin, I'm stunting, it's nothing
There's no end like these clocks that I've broken
Hulk Hogan, and that's my number 1 slogan
To stay flowing in and out like the Trojan's, I've spoken, unopened and like
Still inside of my wallet, sitting there right in the pocket
You know who it is, it's Brock Strother
You know
You know
You know
You know
You know
You know who it is
You know who is is
Pocket full of fire no fibs
I've been thinking bout the sh*t I don't give
Wait, you know who it is
Call it how I see it, how it is
So, maybe it's the fact I never did
