God's Pocket

My grandpoppa was a share croppa
My father's stepfather actually
Only granddad I knew because my
Pops' real father had passed
So recently he been digging deeper
In our family lineage
Tryna see where we get our
Name and looks from his mother's only son
He got a bunch of sisters
And my granny had static ten children, ahh
Not a hoe, but rather promiscuous
She ain't a hoe though, said we can go though
What you say about my
Grandmomma? Like hold up
Anyways you get the gist of the statement:
A woman changes, but a man name never changes
We just dig into the roots
And skipping over the branches
To get to the truth of the strange fruit
In the midst of that
We just dropped the roof
And then exchange flows with your boo
Blasé blah whoopty whoop

Hazard lights, in a random funeral line
'Cause I don't really know who died
I'm just really that lonely
Best believe at funeral I'ma
Cry for the homie
All dramatic and loud, pouring alcohol out
Addiction got me at my momma house
Dragging a couch to the magma covered
Cavern where the dragons hang out
Somewhere along the line I lost it
My last drip-drop of the conscious
And my dreams too lucid
And my mind is the sharpest
My face is confused because you talking and
Talking while I'm just staying aloof
(uh huh) if you niggas caught reality
It's really the truth
And then a bigfoot nigga turn
The cherry to juice
Never embarrassed by nothing
Quite the contrary my dude
I stopped giving a fuck when
I started rapping up
Clockwork, the way my cock work
A fine tuned machine, nah mean, nah mean
Nah mean

Too many nights spent up in awe
This is a conference of life
A that you couldn't fit a baby in
It seems like yesterday I had a
Life short but the days long
The path is rocky, but we stayed on
Too bad we don't get the sequal
In the holidays the only time
I get to see you
Kinda trippy cuz' we really ain't that busy
And we live in the same city
I admit I've been acting kinda shitty
Holding grudges like white
Cotton holds smudges i guess this is just my
When we was younger, and y'all went out
I always wondered why I never
Could go with y'all
Had me thinking I was less than
Like why would the upper class men ever
Hang with the fresh man damn so I went on
I brush my shoulder off if I didn't have this
And what I'm tryna say is fuck it, I'm gone
And I wanted to tell you
Everything but nothing even matters
At all, hope that we can
Break down these walls
I hope I get a call like Bron or Chris Paul
I hope we turn a new leaf
Although I know it's not far
If we plant the seed now
Soon the tree will be tall
If you wanna run, first you gotta walk
But that's after you crawl
Life moving too fast
I wish that we could pause

Yea, just a couple of index fingers