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Off The Porch

 

Off The Porch

(专辑: In My Bag - 2018)


Reuel, stop playing with these niggas

Jumped off the porch, I ain't wanna be nobody
Meaning I ain't had no idols and I put that on the Bible
Used to wear RockRevival, no cable, watching Survival
Now these kids wanna be me, you can google FMB
One of the hottest out the D
Shit getting crazy, I get famous, I get so much love from strangers
Gucci shirt all on hangers
Residue all on my fingers, got a rich nigga demeanor
It be hard to tell an opp so my hands stay on the Glock
In Miami in the drop, fans waiting on me to drop
Dreadhead rude boy, broad day, that's how we rock
Tied in with them Haitians, paid lawyer for them cases
Brown skin, bitches racist, she be dripping in the latest
I want her to have my baby, get off molly and go brazy
Sure as shit she's never seen, she want me to quit the lean, it ain't as easy as it seems
I told her just let me be, I promise to keep it G
I keep a shooter by me
If I lose it all today, who the fuck gon' have me?
Not a soul, yeah, I know, I can't go through that no more
Niggas see the chain jimmy but ain't see the pain in me
Still got the gang with me, brand new Mulsanne with me
We so different, we ain't the same, bustdown Rollie, your shit plain
So much money tied to my name
Niggas do whatever for fame, niggas do whatever for clout
Put the FN in your mouth
Send my young niggas to your house, put up a thousand grams for the drough
These niggas in they feelings, they want me to give 'em something
But as I recall, ain't no nigga gave me nothing
They ain't pass me the ball 'til they see I had a jumper
Royal rumble with my stepper, it's all business, I don't fuck her
My mama mad at me, she say I don't really visit
Every other day I'm out of town on a mission
I don't talk to pops at all, I don't take the time to call
My niggas running from the law, when I spit it, bitch, it's raw
One foot in and one foot out
75, we headed South
Stuff an AP in my Stout
So much shit to think about
I been spending for the longest, now it's time to save a little
Finally having made a little, I be out in Asia with it
Yeah, I love them Asian woman
Smoke like Caucasian bitches
Skis and Jamaican with it
Philthy out here breaking bitches
Dr. Miami booked up, they really out here making bitches
They give 'em guns, they give 'em tats, they really out here making niggas
I don't what else to do, I don't know where else to go
All this money coming fast, I guess you mad 'cause your shit slow
I done gave these niggas sauce, I done lent out some juice
Nigga get a verse from me, get his first million views
I could put you on the big screen or put you on the news
It's your choice, you could choose
I got control, I can cruise

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