Lyrics: Jamontie Lamb
Music: Jamontie Lamb/Khan Anthony Edwards/Vikram Dhami/Alexander Oess
Pocket Watchin’
Pocket Watchin’
Pocket Watchin’
That bread comin’
Fans jumpin’
I’m the hottest topic
My legs hurting
I been runnin’
Like I’m playin’ offense
My liver trippin off this henny
I’m an alcoholic
Pocket Watchin’
That bread comin’
Fans jumpin’
I’m the hottest topic
My legs hurting
I been runnin’
Like I’m playin’ offense
My liver trippin off this henny
I’m an alcoholic
Yeah, they said you up now
On to bigger stuff now
Finally got your cake up n***a
Time to put them guns down
Seem like once you ever started poppin
You don’t ever come round
Don’t forget where you from
Don’t forget your hometown
Make sure that your momma straight
Make sure that your family good
Keep up all that good shit
Ay man, how your granny doing
Damn I’m sorry about your daddy
Man that n***a ran the hood
Let me hold a couple dollars
Give back like you said you would
Stay up on your school work
Make sure that them grades up
You gonna be a super star
Boy you better not change up
You better not forget us man
We the one who raised you
Where the **** our thanks at
We the one who made you
Now a n**** major
Everyone got shit to say
They ain’t ever give a ****
Only cause I’m getting paid
They ain’t got no food to eat
They looking at my dinner plate
Man they wasn't cool with me
**** it all these n****s fake
Yeah, I ain’t got no thanks to give
I did this shit by myself
I ain’t need no hand outs
I ain’t never ask for help
Actin’ like I owe you something
N***a you ain’t have to help
I think that all my love gone
Put my heart up on the shelf
Pocket Watchin’
That bread comin’
Fans jumpin’
I’m the hottest topic
My legs hurting
I been runnin’
Like I’m playin’ offense
My liver trippin off this henny
I’m an alcoholic
Pocket Watchin’
That bread comin’
Fans jumpin’
I’m the hottest topic
My legs hurting
I been runnin’
Like I’m playin’ offense
My liver trippin off this henny
I’m an alcoholic