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True story, true story, true story, nigga True story, true story, true story, nigga I jumped up off out the porch, my daddy was on dope My brother was in the streets doing his thing with the boys I wanted me some cash, couple whips, and some whores I grab my shit and flat a nigga and jumped up off the porch I Had dreams of being the biggest weed man in the city Wasn't fucking with that heroin, cause the time was the stiffest Wanted to run and take money, wasn't for me we both dealing I was trying to fly right 'cause my brother had them chickens, want to be just like him Cause his paint kept flipping plus he stayed in the mall and all his hoes looked different I always told myself that one day I will come to this bitch flipping With a pocket full of money, I wasn't gone have no fuck niggas with me I jumped up off out the porch, my daddy was on dope My brother was in the streets doing his thing with the boys I wanted me some cash, couple whips, and some whores I grab my shit and flat a nigga and jumped up off the porch E'rday nigga that had nuts, had a team full of soldiers Every nigga that called pussy, a niggas had done fucked over em With the study of my page, went to watch to how niggas moves Nigga I've been trying to maintain, I ain't don't give a fuck about being cool Wasn't none but two choices, nigga, either feds or dead Letras de cancionesShit, I been trying to work, cause my mom went check to check She went to work e'rday, and she still ain't had nothing Shit I wanted me a body cause in the streets that's who they was lovin' so I jumped up off the porch I jumped up off out the porch, my daddy was on dope My brother was in the streets doing his thing with the boys I wanted me some cash, couple whips, and some whores I grab my shit and flat a nigga and jumped up off the porch I was motivated by the hustlers, wasn't motivated by the preacher I just wanted to be that young niggea who came through on easter I was ok in the kitchen but with them hoes I was lethal You can get rich off of the beaker but being broke turn you into a beefer When my ass finally hit, I sold my bracelet and my speakers But one thing that I wouldn't sell is that fuckin desert eagle, I heard that lil hoe she was fuckin But it was cool, 'cause I ain't need her I was the only nigga in high school fuckin his teacher, Ms. Gibson I jumped up off out the porch, my daddy was on dope My brother was in the streets doing his thing with the boys I wanted me some cash, couple whips, and some whores I grab my shit and flat a nigga and jumped up off the porch From Letras Mania