pocketsempty lyrics

[Verse]
Why—why I'm an immortal? It's somethin' 'bout my technique
That makes all these pus*y motherf*ckers wanna test me
Puttin' hollows where your chest be
I'ma take this Glock and put it where your f*cking head be
I put bullets in your head be
You motherf*ckers not on sh*t, dye your hair like a b*tch
Ride around with a stick, keep a thirty in in my clip
From the dirty 804, on my nuts what I grip, b*tch, it's Mr. 804
Give a f*ck 'bout a b*tch 'cause I got it on my own and I did it by myself
Do not give a f*ck about nobody, I don't need no help
b*tch, I started from the f*ckin' bottom, stackin' up a shelf
Sleepin' in my f*cking car and always plottin' on myself
And that's some sh*t that you could never understand
So you'll nevеr be a man
Never had to f*cking gеt it, any way you f*cking can
Ever punch the fridgerator 'til you broke your f*cking hand
Thinkin', "Man, my pockets empty, but this gun is in my hand"
So I make it work, beat the block 'til it hurt
I be huntin' for them junkies, in the night is when I lurk
If you talkin' 'bout me, I'ma put your face up on a shirt
And I'm always clockin' in because I like to get to work
If I get this sh*t now, I stay two steps ahead
I'm the man of the house, so now my family fed
I don't apologize, give a f*ck what you said
Try to runnin' your mouth with my foot on your head, b*tch