[Verse 1] I like them bad b**hes And b**hes with mad riches And everything I spit Is complete with ambition In the game with admission Hoes keep hash twistin' You at a loss of style That's why your swag missin' Uh, 15, spit clean With a sick lean Only 2 things, that's: Spit dope and get green Knew I was the sh** Though I really wasn't Used to write raps In the backroom with my cousin Used to play my sh** loud Parents started fussin' But I stuck with this sh** Now my music sort'a buzzin' I'm not Dwight Howard But you think this sh** is magic How I'm ballin' like I'm Jason And Nowitzki in the Mavericks Kids, I stay active When I'm smashin' Pocket Fixed Mob royalty That's what happened Real recognize real Mothaf**a Everytime you hear my sh** You know I'm ill, mothaf**a. Yea! [Verse 2] I'll take you all the way Back to the days When Cube, Eazy, and Dre Put on for LA NWA made a hit Straight Outta Compton But it's my turn now I'm comin' straight outta Pocket I won't stop until I'm Legendary, gettin': Money in my pockets I got money in my denims I do it for the mob I do it for my business I do it for kids who ain't Got a place to go for Christmas I got a vision, and a plan And a mission I got a lot of soul I'm a young Jimi Hendrix Kids I make listen And if them critics take a listen The best bet is for Them to go ballistic I'm not sayin' that I'm In the game yet But I'm doin' pretty well If you ain't heard my name yet [Outro] Yea, Welcome To Pocket, n***a.. [Pooter:] Some very ignorant sh**...