Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Performer
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!llmind
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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!llmind
Producer
James Delgado
James Delgado
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Walking from my uncle's real slow
I was fucked up off an edible
Playing Tekken with depression's terrible
But I looked up at and was like damn there she go
I used to fuck your homie now I can't
You gave me that pussy from the gate
They always say you shouldn't fuck on first dates
But I could hate you afterwards so why wait?
[Verse 2]
I seen my first love on this porch
I seen a weapon draw blood from this porch
Hoes gave me money from a trick on this porch
Shooting dice, lost a brick on this porch
[Verse 3]
I was drawing cartoons on this porch
Stealing buckets but it zoom like a sport
I seen my momma go to jail from this porch
Sometimes the hood feel like hell on that porch (Oh no)
I seen **** I grew up with on the pavement
I seen hoes I never fucked with yelling "save me"
Bitches lying to my brothers 'bout some babies
I seen my brothers lie to me and they betrayed me
[Verse 4]
Stoop kid won't leave his stoop
I couldn't believe it too
I just know that I could never see this through
In the house, I
Gotta go outside
[Verse 5]
I seen graffiti spray on this porch
223's make 'em lay on this porch
My daddy asked if I was gay on this porch
'Cause I was fucking hoes when he had court
[Verse 6]
Then that **** went to jail, he left the porch
Sending drawings from his cell to the porch
It seemed like he was nailed to floor
I seen my auntie high as hell at the door
Asking for money, she was high, she want some more
[Verse 7]
Her son is like my lil brother, we not poor
So when Sanny came around he secure
I had my lil brother back on this porch
You can't talk to chance, you ain't coming through this door
Shout out my TT's April Diane they support
Shout out fucking Jigga Juice, I love you more
RIP GREG, yo porch was my porch
Para mi amor
Para mi amor
[Verse 8]
Stoop kid won't leave his stoop
I couldn't believe it too
I just know that I could never see this through
In the house, I
Gotta go outside
Written by: Akeem Hayes, Ramon Ibanga Jr
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