Poster Child!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, one, two, one, two, one, two

Yeah, two, one, two, one, two, yeah

Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit

Classic shit, nigga, look

I'm gettin' high, hope it land me close to God

Yeah, yeah

I park my bucket next to whips that I'm supposed to drive

Shit

I'm the overthinkin', dramatic poster child

Yeah, yeah

I wish my granny and my granddaddy both alive

So they could see how far we took it

Hoodie and some Timbs, walkin' through the streets of Brooklyn

Times feel like I belong there, I done had some strong years

Priorities fucked up whenever my goals near

Still find time when tequila and some hoes near

Never learned expression, I been fightin' back some strong tears

Think I'm irresponsible way I keep losin' people

Always pessimistic, lose a homie due to Crippin'

Done seen that shit in threes, now I'm waitin' on a sequel

God, tell me there's a plan for me

Iraq got hit and wasn't even in his damn city

Sat down with Dottie, gave me tips to

Be the man, really realize it's sad

Only talkin', I just wanna take a pic' with 'em to brag

Thinkin' niggas had me twisted like I wouldn't make it here

So when I post these pics, it'll probably

Make it clear that I'm chosen, nigga

Old enough to see the shoes I done grown in, nigga

But young enough to still get game from the older niggas

Hopin' time'll never advance

Ain't enough hours for me to touch every single fan

Signed my deal, now I'm everybody cousin

I aim to be the greatest and I put that on my brother, nigga, fuck it

Park my bucket next to whips that I'm supposed to drive

Nah, just let it run

I'm gettin' high, hope it land me close to God

Shit, look

I wish my granny and my granddaddy both alive

Yeah

I'm the overthinkin', dramatic poster child

Yeah, so

Look, I was raised on College Dropout

I was on a yay high since I was yay high, we gather like a séance

Debatin' on who the GOAT, Wayne, Yeezy or Hov?

The porches in which we rose, no heater, we used a stove

Had perspective there since day one

Ken got hit with a bullet

Lost his life before his daughter was grade one, he died on impact

I'ma die tryna make one

Opportunity ain't there, but I'ma take one

Real shit, poster child for the hustle

Poster child for the feelings

Poster child for the niggas that came up 'round the dealings

Poster child for the niggas associated with flags

That never wanted to bang, but pressure would make us sad

Change dialect, twist fingers, why, yes?

Signed to a label that ain't only pushin' violence

No wonder Top experiment, he came up from the projects

No wonder this shit mine, nigga, I blew up off the mindset

We gon' give you hell, nigga

Tell us we can't beat the odds, don't believe them tales, nigga

You can't say I can't when Mel was facin' murder, Mel did it

How I keep this drive? Motivation from my ails, nigga

Poster child for ones that know they family from jail visits

Yeah, them porches wasn't luxury

But gave me a perspective thick as glue and so it stuck with me

Ghetto-bougie and uppity, treat the block like it's cutlery

They use that shit to eat

Later on, I told them tales and turned wealthy, pockets healthy

Guess I used that for a feast, that cutlery helped my company

Was sittin' on them steps, cars rollin' by suddenly, tinted windows

We don't know the whip and now we duckin'

'Em, most times it was nothin'

But that sudden thought of maybe joinin' my granny for company

Enough to make me duck every time

You can hear it in these verses, truth cut from these lines

Made this album 'cause them haunted moments stuck in my mind

Straight from them porches

Park my bucket next to whips that I'm supposed to drive

Shit, yeah, yeah

I'm gettin' high, hope it land me close to God

Yeah

I wish my granny and my granddaddy both alive

I'm the overthinkin', dramatic

Yeah

Porches

This here, young nigga, you gotta understand, man

We all come from somethin'

And that somethin' we come from connects us

Whether that's your gang or your income, your family

It don't matter what the fuck it is, man

It shapes us, is what I'm sayin'

It's what we learn from

Niggas gon' call it an excuse or whatever

And say I'm doin' the same ol' shit, nah, nigga

It's what defines you, it's some real shit

No matter how far you try to get away from it

It's gon' be a piece of you

You gon' carry it with you everywhere you go, it just is what it is

You learned your life, your movements, your vernacular

Traditions, beliefs, everything

Right here on this porch

You New York niggas call it a stoop

Rich white motherfuckers, you know

I don't know what the fuck them niggas call it

Whatever the fuck they sit on, communicate, kumbaya around

But they got some shit

I ain't no rich white motherfucker, but they got some shit, okay

So it's not about gettin' away from it

You can move, you can do whatever you wanna do

You just gon' take it with you, I guarantee, I promise

It ain't 'bout where you go or how far you try to get away from it

It's about what you do with it, boy