Strac, NS, Matt Giard - Loaded Lyrics

Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be
No turning back now
I jumped in the deep end
It's all up to me I'll save it for the weekend
Take my fake ID now I'll go run the streets then
I'm in love with me now I got what you needing
No telling what's gonna happen let's just see yeah
Throwing money like that shit growing on trees yeah
Saying goodbye to the options that I don't need yeah
And welcoming everything that's been helping me yeah
OHH
Yeah pockets loaded loaded
OHH
And I got nowhere to be
OHH
Yeah pockets loaded loaded
So let's go blow them tonight
Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be
I got a hundred floating in the building
All 'cause I'm rock 'n rolling, pop the ceiling
Cops called to bust the party, time for dipping
I'm running, got no other option, got to keep on living
Got to keep believing that no matter what
That I can make it
Throwing money like I'm loaded no amount is crazy
Now I'm stuck and out of luck and you don't think I'll make it
But I'm amazing
Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be
Feels like I just rebooted
Last night we went stupid stupid
Rolled so many blunts like my crew
Just got the weed man recruited
You can take the music out me
But can't take me out the music
Too legit I'm too sick
Like mucus I got the force like Lucas
Woah, did I stutter
This chick so bad think I'll have another
Bringing home the bacon
This right here my bread and butter
This that he got his own style
This that this sound like none other
Pulled up with the windows tinted
Like undercover with gutter and my
Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be
Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be

Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be
No turning back now
I jumped in the deep end
It's all up to me I'll save it for the weekend
Take my fake ID now I'll go run the streets then
I'm in love with me now I got what you needing
No telling what's gonna happen let's just see yeah
Throwing money like that shit growing on trees yeah
Saying goodbye to the options that I don't need yeah
And welcoming everything that's been helping me yeah
OHH
Yeah pockets loaded loaded
OHH
And I got nowhere to be
OHH
Yeah pockets loaded loaded
So let's go blow them tonight
Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be
I got a hundred floating in the building
All 'cause I'm rock 'n rolling, pop the ceiling
Cops called to bust the party, time for dipping
I'm running, got no other option, got to keep on living
Got to keep believing that no matter what
That I can make it
Throwing money like I'm loaded no amount is crazy
Now I'm stuck and out of luck and you don't think I'll make it
But I'm amazing
Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be
Feels like I just rebooted
Last night we went stupid stupid
Rolled so many blunts like my crew
Just got the weed man recruited
You can take the music out me
But can't take me out the music
Too legit I'm too sick
Like mucus I got the force like Lucas
Woah, did I stutter
This chick so bad think I'll have another
Bringing home the bacon
This right here my bread and butter
This that he got his own style
This that this sound like none other
Pulled up with the windows tinted
Like undercover with gutter and my
Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be
Pocket's loaded
And I got no where to be
So imma make you know it
'Cause I got no sympathy
Let's go and fucking blow it
This life is all up to me
I'm taking my energy
And putting it where it needs to be