Git Your Hand Out My Pocket

Lyrics

[Intro] My brothers and sisters... I come before you today to give you a message. Yes... Yes, I've been selected here to give you a message. (Please give your eyes and your attention and your ears, please my brothers please.) A message given to me from the most high. The message is, "The end... is near." [Chorus] Get yo hand out my pocket I did not come here to play games with you niggas Get yo hand out my pocket See I came here to give you a message A message that was given to me (Get yo hand out my...) To tell all of you... that it's over [Verse] Yea, my penmanship makes ships sink then I'm sailing out Yo crew's just selling out, write letters I spill it Address you and then mail it out Outsmart them I'm brainstorming Break your umbrellas out, how long will my rain last Hungry but ain't fast You slow, ain't catch it like dropped passes, I'm passing the Flash Glass half empty, I'm a pessimist, how I show I'm the bad side This guy so nice, I'm finishing last, that's why That's why I'm ahead of my time Our hands touch digits, take a couple minutes and you'll get it I came back for seconds, I told you I was hungry on the fifth bar Ha, I'm on my shit y'all Start eating and split it when niggas starving wit' ya Study like scholars, I'm still smart as them Harvard niggas I make figures for niggas who need father figures Who follow niggas who follow niggas who quick to lick a shot After taking a shot of liquor, the bottle hollow I hear ya holla the hollow hit ya like, damn! We lose heads, like the Sleepy Hollow Get caught sleeping and your wake is sure to follow My uncle like sixty, he still play the lotto He told me life is a gamble, that shit his favorite motto Throwing a pair of dices like a paradise I'm low-key like Barry White Wait, that kilo though, that Barry white Wait, no dope, play my songs in the key of life My vision darker, off the wall like I'm Peter Parker No Bret Hart, a sharp shooter you can be the target You need a coffin, I kill it sick can you hear me coughing They always say I'm in rare form, I do it often I beg your pardon, I sell ticks I could play in Boston Found myself tryna find myself in these beats I'm lost in Lost ones, thinking they could guard son Nah son, cross 'em like God's son Jesus, got more game than Shuttlesworth What it's worth, my homies pouring syrup like it's Buttersworth Fighting addiction, I pinpoint the affliction My pen points to the page, I draw a blank I bet you still feel it Huh, niggas don't get the picture yet You can amputate my foot I still wouldn't miss a step Chilling in the cut, I got the scissors set Sizzle in the skillet, food for thought and I'm the kitchen chef Sick as sickle cell, the flow is ice but I ain't slipping yet Anybody thinking they could write with me's getting left Boy, better chill wit your weak ass I'm watching all the games they playing like a league pass Got my fam eating good, this the repast Never had a Sega but I always had a dream cast In the Chi, niggas passing more than Steve Nash Never hear a sound, we like the forest when the tree crash Boy, these forces is tryna finish us Forcing my hand, one eye open like Forest Whitaker Running like Forrest, fakes can't kill us 'cause they ain't real enough Still stealing, biting my lines like I ain't real enough This muthafucka rhyme out his muthafuckin' mind But no matter what you do, don't waste my muthafuckin' time Nigga [Chorus] Oh yea Get yo hand out my pocket Stop it Get yo hand out my pocket Stop it Stop it Get yo hand out my...