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Porch

 

Porch

(album: Porch - 2017)


Uh, front porch
Empty beer bottle for a ash tray full of butts, the Newport shorts
Niggas shit talking back and forth, lighting blunts nigga, pass the torch (nigga pass the torch)
Product of paper plates and plastic forks, as a first and a last resort
Scrambling for cash on a crash course
Waiting on them stamps, but don't nobody got no passports
Ambulance light the night up, like its the fourth
And me and my homie's just hit the sto' to get a fifth
Been tight since middle school, I think I met him in the sixth
Consider him my brethren by the time we copped a seven
His mom kept me straight on them days I barely ate
Can you relate?
Nine up under my seat
Retro tens on my feet
It's like a quarter to eleven
You hear them twelves when they beep?
It feel like Friday thirteenth
These lil' niggas running in this bitch with masks, give 'em cash or they'll blast
We dipped out fast and hopped in the bucket, and hauled ass
Think I saw like 85 on the dash (fuck nigga move, yo!)
And even though it wasn't us causing the friction, we two black males, so we fit the description
Tryna' feed our addictions, and look where we landed, potential suspects with two 11's
I hope we can manage to make it back to the porch with minimal damage
I panicked and ran on the curb, nothing that can't be handled by a mechanic
I just ain't tryna' end up in front of a cops cannon
They'll kill our ass right where we standing, and empty handed
Dammit, police issue blow a niggas chest away
The homie saying "I was just with him yesterday"
Got him pouring out the forty ounce (RIP my nigga, we miss you)
I'll just be one of many more
Announce hashtag before my name when they showing support, should've kept my black ass on the porch

So you really wanna jump off of that porch and let live take its course?
The world is yours
Forced to be a man, you had to grow up quick
Now you seeing first hand life's a bitch
Should've kept my black ass on the porch
Should've kept my black ass on the porch
Now, I'm forced to resort
Nigga, life is short
Shit, I should've kept my black ass on the porch

So you really wanna jump off of that porch and let live take its course?
The world is yours
Forced to be a man, you had to grow up quick
Now you seeing first hand life's a bitch
Should've kept my black ass on the porch
Should've kept my black ass on the porch
Now, I'm forced to resort
Nigga, life is short
Shit, I should've kept my black ass on the porch

done

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