jumped off da porch

true story

true story

true story

nigga

true story

true story

true story

nigga

i jumped up off out the porch

my daddy was on dope

my brother was in the streets doing his thing with the boys

i wanted me some cash

couple whips

and some whores

i grab my shit and flat a nigga and jumped up off the porch

i had dreams of being the biggest weed man in the city

wasn't fucking with that heroin

cause the time was the stiffest

wanted to run and take money

wasn't for me we both dealing

i was trying to fly right 'cause my brother had them chickens

want to be just like him

cause his paint kept flipping plus he stayed in the mall and all his hoes looked different

i always told myself that one day i will come to this bitch flipping

with a pocket full of money

i wasn't gone have no fuck niggas with me

e'rday nigga that had nuts

had a team full of soldiers

every nigga that called pussy

a niggas had done fucked over em

with the study of my page

went to watch to how niggas moves

nigga i've been trying to maintain

i ain't don't give a fuck about being cool

wasn't none but two choices

nigga

either feds or dead

shit

i been trying to work

cause my mom went check to check

she went to work e'rday

and she still ain't had nothing

shit i wanted me a body cause in the streets that's who they was lovin' so i jumped up off the porch

i was motivated by the hustlers

wasn't motivated by the preacher

i just wanted to be that young niggea who came through on easter

i was ok in the kitchen but with them hoes i was lethal

you can get rich off of the beaker but being broke turn you into a beefer

when my ass finally hit

i sold my bracelet and my speakers

but one thing that i wouldn't sell is that fuckin desert eagle

i heard that lil hoe she was fuckin

but it was cool

'cause i ain't need her

i was the only nigga in high school fuckin his teacher

ms. gibson