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Jumpin' Off/Victory Lap

 

Jumpin' Off/Victory Lap

(album: Porch - 2017)


[Jumping Off]

Today guys we're gonna be jumping off the porch and
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep

God bless
A kid that went from progress reports to two 11's in progress
From arcades with the gold tokens
To gold grills with the fronts open, blunt smoking
From Caprisuns to forty ounces
Recess we played outside 'till we heard the whistle
Single file lines at the water fountains
We used to tote cap guns, and now it's dirty pistols
See me, I rather murder instruments
The irony, the niggas that couldn't read or write be the ones serving sentences
Jump off the porch, the death of young innocence is imminent
And don't none of us benefit off the ignorance
A young nigga role model sold dope
So we ignore the wise words from the old folks

Don't walk 'fore you crawl, don't shit where you sleep
What else?
Ain't no turning back, better think 'fore you leap, nigga!
Jump off the porch, it's me and my niggas
Of course, I travelled the course with my niggas
We used to want whips and chains, but we got bigger
Now the only thing on my brain is freeing my niggas
And mama said bring yo' ass back home when you see them streetlights
This shit get deep, before you leap better think twice

Stray society, shh! I say it quietly
Lil' niggas marching with drums, parading violently
Down to let couple rounds off
The sirens sound off
Nobody snitch, you get away imitating a groundhog
Lay low until the 12 stop lurking, my cities a circus
A wonderland for the street consumer, there's plenty to purchase
Hard, soft, weed, Codeine, the Percy's, the Xanie's
Daddy gone, mama out clubbing we raised by our grannies
Fist fights, we used to shoot them once when we was lil
Them days is dead and gone, now niggas shooting to kill
Don't pull it out unless you gon' do it for real
Aye, so you really wanna jump in that field?
Where niggas rob, steal, deal, kill, all about they dolla bill
No chill, tell me how you fell, tell me how you feel

Don't walk 'fore you crawl, don't shit where you sleep
What else?
Ain't no turning back, better think 'fore you leap, nigga!
Jump off the porch, it's me and my niggas
Of course, I travelled the course with my niggas
We used to want whips and chains, but we got bigger
Now the only thing on my brain is freeing my niggas (my niggas)
And mama said bring yo' ass back home when you see them streetlights (streetlights)
This shit get deep, before you leap better think twice

[Victory Lap]

And look at this! What a victory lap!
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

It's be real kicking these raps, uh
My whole team should do a victory lap
Won't nothing do but W's I can't afford a L
Wear my heart on my sleeves, yeah I sport it well
And this is only chapter three, I got more to tell

Jumping off the porch with this one
Jumping off the porch with this one
Jumping off the porch with this one
Jumping off the porch with this one
Jumping off the porch with this one

Mama tried to give me assistance, I ain't listen
Bad boys like Pistons, end up stuck in the system
On a misson, to feed your hip-hop addiction
Sonny Liston, I throw jabs with the vocab, and I ain't missing
Put my disc on, and get your diss on
'Cause you're pissed off that you got pissed on
Obi Wan in the rap form
Tu-Ahyes gave me the platform, so get a drum or something
Clap for 'em, mhm, clap for 'em
A lot of niggas napping I threw together these tracks for 'em
'Bout to heat the city up, I'm just out getting back warm
It's been real kicking these raps for 'em
So 'till next time here's a victory lap for 'em

It's be real kicking these raps, uh
My whole team should do a victory lap
Won't nothing do but W's I can't afford a L
Wear my heart on my sleeves, yeah I sport it well
And this is only chapter three, I got more to tell

done

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