Off the Porch

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