DRAKE | Deep Pockets Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

DRAKE | Deep Pockets Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

Published on May 25, 2020 by guitarchordslyrics

Song Scale: Bb Major
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 80
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
 
 (Intro)
 
 Cm Dm Eb  Cm Dm Eb 
               Eb 
 For my nigga Hush
 Eb
 Yeah, look
 
 Verse 1
   Cm           Dm                             Eb
 Dressed in fatigues, I rep the East with my trustees
 Eb
 Smokin’ on crushed leaves
                    Cm                                    Dm
 They turn they back on everything we built, then they must bleed
              Eb
 I’ve seen splatter hit the snow when the blood freeze
 
         Cm                            Dm
 Straps over territory they know we must keep
        Eb
 Get home and white Air Forces get brushed clean
    Dm            
 Back when my mama would interrupt sleep
         Dm
 To tell me hurry up ’cause the bus leaves
  Dm
 Summertime heatwaves, I used to just cut sleeves
               Cm       Dm                          Eb
 My shorty really love me, man, she want me to cut keys
   Eb                                           Cm
 I can’t do that normal type of life, is it just me?
 
           Dm                           Eb
 Niggas steady try to ride the wave, but it’s rough seas
  Eb                                      Cm
 I’m losin’ enough sleep dealin’ with envy
                         Dm                                Eb
 And the news that they sent for me got the block in a frenzy
 Eb
 It’s on Meech like it’s trendy
 
                      Dm                            
 Runnin’ round from Laurier to MacKenzie when the city’s empty, yeah
  Bb                                            F
 Early twenties, but I want fifties, hundreds, not pennies
 F
 I need plenty
  Gm
 Got me ready to flip the F out like Fendi
              F
 Whatever’s in me, it’s takin’ over
                 Gm
 I gotta bust it down, break it open
  Gm
 Until somebody starts takin’ notice, then we rollin’
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
        Cm            Dm        Eb
 Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’
                    Cm                         Dm
 Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone in
             Eb
 Now we rollin’
        Cm                Dm
 Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’
  Eb                                          Cm
 Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone in
          Dm  Eb 
 Now we rollin’
 
 (Verse-2)
 
 Look
  Cm                   Dm                            Eb
 Back when Big Apple sold dreams, I stuck to my own thing
  Eb                                        Cm
 Back when the house that I own now was my home screen
                  Dm                               Eb
 Before I’d ever hit the road and feel like the home team
 Eb
 Runnin’ missions
 
            Cm
 Pyramid schemes just like the Egyptians
        Dm                           Eb
 Back when hotlines were still flippin’
 Eb                                     Dm
 Now I’m seein’ money off of hotlines blingin’ but it feels different
 Cm
 Transitions, plans switchin’, ambition
 
           Dm             Eb
 Mindin’ my business, buildin’ a business, et cetera
 Eb                                        Cm                 Dm
 Inspired by a few, but my mind really drives itself like Tesla
                    Eb
 I always had a little somethin’ extra
  Eb
 Back when Corey was our sole investor
 
 Cm                    Dm                           Eb
 And the car could get from A to B, but won’t impress ya
 Eb
 Look, I ain’t no baller
                  Cm
 Still need my accounts longer like the way my nephew’s gettin’ taller
      Bb
 My soundtrack is the second Carter, dreamin’ of acceptin’ offers
   F
 And easin’ tensions
         Gm
 Keepin’ family out of East Detention
 Gm
 And out of Pine Hill Funeral Center
  F
 Spots we got no business enterin’
                  Gm
 Back when Jill Scott was the apple of my afrocentric eye
                 Cm
 I had to find a way to get someone’s attention
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
    Dm              Eb
 Then we rollin’, then we rollin’
                      Cm                     Dm
 Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone in
             Eb
 Now we rollin’
   Cm                     Dm
 Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’
  Eb                                          Cm
 Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone in
        Dm     Eb
 Now we rollin’
 

Lyrics


[Intro]

For my nigga Hush

Yeah, look

[Verse 1]

Dressed in fatigues, I rep the East with my trustees

Smokin’ on crushed leaves

They turn they back on everything we built, then they must bleed

I’ve seen splatter hit the snow when the blood freeze

Straps over territory they know we must keep

Get home and white Air Forces get brushed clean

Back when my mama would interrupt sleep

To tell me hurry up ’cause the bus leaves

Summertime heatwaves, I used to just cut sleeves

My shorty really love me, man, she want me to cut keys

I can’t do that normal type of life, is it just me?

Niggas steady try to ride the wave, but it’s rough seas

I’m losin’ enough sleep dealin’ with envy

And the news that they sent for me got the block in a frenzy

It’s on Meech like it’s trendy

Runnin’ round from Laurier to MacKenzie when the city’s empty, yeah

Early twenties, but I want fifties, hundreds, not pennies

I need plenty

Got me ready to flip the F out like Fendi

Whatever’s in me, it’s takin’ over

I gotta bust it down, break it open

Until somebody starts takin’ notice, then we rollin’

[Chorus]

Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’

Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone in

Now we rollin’

Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’

Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone in

Now we rollin’

[Verse 2]

Look

Back when Big Apple sold dreams, I stuck to my own thing

Back when the house that I own now was my home screen

Before I’d ever hit the road and feel like the home team

Runnin’ missions

Pyramid schemes just like the Egyptians

Back when hotlines were still flippin’

Now I’m seein’ money off of hotlines blingin’ but it feels different

Transitions, plans switchin’, ambition

Mindin’ my business, buildin’ a business, et cetera

Inspired by a few, but my mind really drives itself like Tesla

I always had a little somethin’ extra

Back when Corey was our sole investor

And the car could get from A to B, but won’t impress ya

Look, I ain’t no baller

Still need my accounts longer like the way my nephew’s gettin’ taller

My soundtrack is the second Carter, dreamin’ of acceptin’ offers

And easin’ tensions

Keepin’ family out of East Detention

And out of Pine Hill Funeral Center

Spots we got no business enterin’

Back when Jill Scott was the apple of my afrocentric eye

I had to find a way to get someone’s attention

[Chorus]

Then we rollin’, then we rollin’

Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone in

Now we rollin’

Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’

Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone in

Now we rollin’

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