Jump Off Da Porch

Lyrics

[Chorus: Paxquiao] Hmm, know how I came up I slept on the floor with the killers, high as fuck Bitch, I lived next door to the dealers Played the hand we dealt, this shit be still givin' me shivers Naw, for real Bitch, I jumped off the porch at a young age Got in some beef, I keep a four I ran through a lot of paper, still want plenty more I turned dirt to diamonds, bitch I got it out the floor I done been through too much shit, that's why I don't play around [Verse 1: Paxquiao] Fucked up, they don't stay around anyway I said that I'ma chill, but I'ma take 'em down anyway Niggas bitches, reason why I don't come around many days Wherever I go, shit, I'm still lookin' over my shoulders Middle of a shootout, wishin' it's over Latеly, been talkin' to God and gettin' closer How can we not gеt no get-back? We need closure It's hard, but I can bear it, I'm a polar Exotic in a 'Wood, bitch, we ain't smokin' shisha I'm posted with my people, yeah, nigga reach, we teach, yeah Nigga play, then he gon' lay, all day and night, we creep, yeah Windows down, my seat back, I'm like, "Where my heat at?" I been runnin' 'round Gettin' to this paper, but it's like every time I turn around I swear it's always some shit be good, but it's all turnin' now I said I was gon' leave the streets, I left, I ain't turn around [Chorus: Paxquiao] Hmm, know how I came up I slept on the floor with the killers, high as fuck Bitch, I lived next door to the dealers Played the hand we dealt, this shit be still givin' me shivers Naw, for real Bitch, I jumped off the porch at a young age Got in some beef, I keep a four I ran through a lot of paper, still want plenty more I turned dirt to diamonds, bitch I got it out the floor I done been through too much shit, that's why I don't play around [Verse 2: Sy Ari da Kid] I get my weed weighed in pounds, boy, this ain't no ounce I don't sell it whole, I make more money when I break it down (That's facts) He sell what I sell, but we don't make the same amount Can't believe I made it out, we plug different I'm from a hood, you either rappin' or you drug dealin' Pimpin' or you playin' ball, if not, then you stuck in it (What's up?) Ain't nothin' bond about the word from a snitch (Shh) Gave my partner a loan, I ain't heard from him since (Woo) It done turned my heart cold, got a burn down every bridge Had to learn them dark roads, had to earn every cent, fuck it I'm fucked up, I seen my uncle let that cancer crush him (Facts) I'm fucked up, my mama said my auntie can't be trusted (Crazy) I'm fucked up, I got a lot up in my head I was just with my nigga Cash before he shot that nigga dead (Bah) A lot of dark days before my brother got up out the feds Seen a lot of niggas I grew up with dyin' over bread, yeah [Chorus: Paxquiao] Hmm, know how I came up I slept on the floor with the killers, high as fuck Bitch, I lived next door to the dealers Played the hand we dealt, this shit be still givin' me shivers Naw, for real Bitch, I jumped off the porch at a young age Got in some beef, I keep a four I ran through a lot of paper, still want plenty more I turned dirt to diamonds, bitch I got it out the floor I done been through too much shit, that's why I don't play around