Off The Porch Lyrics

I learned everything that I know

From really goin through not watching it on a show

My whole environment was a struggle I never told

My legs buckle but west siders don't never fold

If I ain't had the hustle to get it probably stole

In pacific shop lifting walkin right out the store

I kept the mob fed, plus worked a nine to five

Did everything for a dollar as long as I survived

My mind shifted from thuggin to tryna understand

How to become a man, comin up on them bands

One seven, seventy nine tatted on my hand

Fully committed in case you didn't understand

I never make a threat I just pull up in a disguise

My beef ain't finna sit for a week, I rather ride

I put that on my momma my momma ain't have a clue

Where the fuck I was, and why I was wearing blue

When you come up out the ghetto you know how it go

Crib probably missing pops or your momma though

Tryna turn a stove top to a pot of gold

We done jumped up off the porch a long time ago

When you come up out the ghetto you know how it go

Crib probably missing pops or your momma though

Tryna turn a stove top to a pot of gold

We done jumped up off the porch a long time ago

They say my position up in the system was to fail

They thought it was written that we'd be sittin in a jail

Surprised ya missed cause you ain't listen to me well

You hate then your body gone end up missing with the shells

We carried traditions and put the fish upon the scale

They said they was soldiers but they intentionally bailed

Now federals watch us and wanna lock us in cell

They hate that we poppin' ain't tryna see us living well

My aunty departed cause cancer took over her cells

I been cold hearted since I was at the age of twelve

My destiny lookin like a conspiracy to sell

Intent to distribute, you know that uno schedu-ele

These rappers ain't matching up with the stories that they tell

They mostly at home, watching the kids or checking mail

What happened to the opps you funking with in them tales

I made it out the mud, you made it up just to sell fool

When you come up out the ghetto you know how it go

Crib probably missing pops or your momma though

Tryna turn a stove top to a pot of gold

We done jumped up off the porch a long time ago

When you come up out the ghetto you know how it go

Crib probably missing pops or your momma though

Tryna turn a stove top to a pot of gold

We done jumped up off the porch a long time ago