Off the Porch

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FMB DZ - Rap, Detroit Rap

Off the Porch

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[Intro] Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas [Verse] 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 gettin' 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 waitin' 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 drippin' 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 somethin' But as I recall, ain't no nigga gave me nothin' 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 runnin' 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 havin' 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 makin' niggas I don't what else to do, I don't know where else to go All this money comin' 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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  • FMB DZ