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Empty Pockets Video (MV)




Performed By: Baltimore Sun
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Andre Vince




Baltimore Sun - Empty Pockets Lyrics
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My man told me when I was young
Only cop today what you gon' get rid of tomorrow
Put your money up
For them days when your pockets empty
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block till the pack finished n
We had the block so I ran wit it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
I'm bout to take my team to the Hall of Fame
Took all the losses and all the blame
Ain't stoppin' till they all know my name
General of the Marauder Gang
Shots rang, now they all switchin
Body shot hit, Truck Simpson
Seen pain, so my heart different
And I seen chains, so I walk different
From Baltimore, so I talk different
And I came back cause the art missin
Wrote the art of war cause my thoughts different
The sharpshooter on all missions
Spit a lil' heat, lil' Svga on the beat
Front page, I'm all in it
Front stage, let's talk business
If it's gunplay, then I'm all wit it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block to the pack finish
And we had the block, so I ran with it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block to the pack finish
And we had the block, so I ran with it
It's the art of hustle, I'm a tactician
Gimmick man, no grams missin
Flights first class, bags missin
F*ck the pen and pad on a bag mission
Niggas can't see me, got bad vision
Avenger status, takin' bad missions
I was in a cell down bad prison
Fightin' demons, now we back livin
It's the art of hustle, nigga, back pitchin
30 rounds, I ain't that victim
On compounds, gettin stacks bigger
From a city full of all-crab niggas
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block till the pack finish n
We had the block, so I ran with it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block to the pack finish n
We had the block, so I ran with it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
From a city full of all-crab niggas
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My man told me when I was young
Only cop today what you gon' get rid of tomorrow
Put your money up
For them days when your pockets empty
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block till the pack finished n
We had the block so I ran wit it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
I'm bout to take my team to the Hall of Fame
Took all the losses and all the blame
Ain't stoppin' till they all know my name
General of the Marauder Gang
Shots rang, now they all switchin
Body shot hit, Truck Simpson
Seen pain, so my heart different
And I seen chains, so I walk different
From Baltimore, so I talk different
And I came back cause the art missin
Wrote the art of war cause my thoughts different
The sharpshooter on all missions
Spit a lil' heat, lil' Svga on the beat
Front page, I'm all in it
Front stage, let's talk business
If it's gunplay, then I'm all wit it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block to the pack finish
And we had the block, so I ran with it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block to the pack finish
And we had the block, so I ran with it
It's the art of hustle, I'm a tactician
Gimmick man, no grams missin
Flights first class, bags missin
F*ck the pen and pad on a bag mission
Niggas can't see me, got bad vision
Avenger status, takin' bad missions
I was in a cell down bad prison
Fightin' demons, now we back livin
It's the art of hustle, nigga, back pitchin
30 rounds, I ain't that victim
On compounds, gettin stacks bigger
From a city full of all-crab niggas
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block till the pack finish n
We had the block, so I ran with it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
No plan, just plan to finish
I was on the block to the pack finish n
We had the block, so I ran with it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
Pockets empty so I had to get it
P...Pockets empty so I had to get it
From a city full of all-crab niggas
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Writer: Andre Vince
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