Pocket full of digits
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
I'm in that mode
Villa in miami
When december cold
Met her on the gram
She look like centerfold
Hoes think i ball
I just pick and roll
Might bend up i never fold
Walked in the snow
Shit was real cold
Rubber bands was on my wrist
Now it's real gold
God in control
I'm dying real old
Still keep a drum
In case the devil bold
Seen shit i never told
She is not one of them
Q a different mold
My future looking bright
With a blindfold
Real Virgo
I blow racks in September
Still visit the trap
You remember me nigga?
Used to clown all my sneakers
Tuna fish was for dinner
Thought i was loser
Had to show i'm a winner
They thought i was a loser
Had to show i'm a winner
Pocket full of digits
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
Still hit the chicken spot
Like say that
Nigga keep yo fake dap
I hate that
Seeing commas now
Can't hear the chit chat
Nothing was the same
The drip mismatch
Fresher than a tic tac
Niggas know i been that
100 Ms then ima sit back
Your main broke me off
She a kit kat
If I'm in that
No way you'll get the bitch back
They follow me like legislators
When you in the game
Ignore the commentators
See me going up levels like elevators
The jokes on you
Shoutout to all my haters
Pocket full of digits
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
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Pocket full of digits
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
I'm in that mode
Villa in miami
When december cold
Met her on the gram
She look like centerfold
Hoes think i ball
I just pick and roll
Might bend up i never fold
Walked in the snow
Shit was real cold
Rubber bands was on my wrist
Now it's real gold
God in control
I'm dying real old
Still keep a drum
In case the devil bold
Seen shit i never told
She is not one of them
Q a different mold
My future looking bright
With a blindfold
Real Virgo
I blow racks in September
Still visit the trap
You remember me nigga?
Used to clown all my sneakers
Tuna fish was for dinner
Thought i was loser
Had to show i'm a winner
They thought i was a loser
Had to show i'm a winner
Pocket full of digits
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
Still hit the chicken spot
Like say that
Nigga keep yo fake dap
I hate that
Seeing commas now
Can't hear the chit chat
Nothing was the same
The drip mismatch
Fresher than a tic tac
Niggas know i been that
100 Ms then ima sit back
Your main broke me off
She a kit kat
If I'm in that
No way you'll get the bitch back
They follow me like legislators
When you in the game
Ignore the commentators
See me going up levels like elevators
The jokes on you
Shoutout to all my haters
Pocket full of digits
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
I'm in that mode
Villa in miami
When december cold
Met her on the gram
She look like centerfold
Hoes think i ball
I just pick and roll
Might bend up i never fold
Walked in the snow
Shit was real cold
Rubber bands was on my wrist
Now it's real gold
God in control
I'm dying real old
Still keep a drum
In case the devil bold
Seen shit i never told
She is not one of them
Q a different mold
My future looking bright
With a blindfold
Real Virgo
I blow racks in September
Still visit the trap
You remember me nigga?
Used to clown all my sneakers
Tuna fish was for dinner
Thought i was loser
Had to show i'm a winner
They thought i was a loser
Had to show i'm a winner
Pocket full of digits
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
Still hit the chicken spot
Like say that
Nigga keep yo fake dap
I hate that
Seeing commas now
Can't hear the chit chat
Nothing was the same
The drip mismatch
Fresher than a tic tac
Niggas know i been that
100 Ms then ima sit back
Your main broke me off
She a kit kat
If I'm in that
No way you'll get the bitch back
They follow me like legislators
When you in the game
Ignore the commentators
See me going up levels like elevators
The jokes on you
Shoutout to all my haters
Pocket full of digits
Used to having zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Thought i was a joke
Cesar Romero
Gotta keep my heat
Robert Dinero
I just played my part
They thought i was zero
Riding through my old hood
Feeling like a hero
Pull up no roof
I'm used to having zero
Thought i was joke
Cesar Romero
Writer: Shirquita Sharrock
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