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reason - poster child! lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
one+two, one+two, one+two
(yeah, one+two, one+two, one+two)
(yeah, yeah)
yeah, turn me up a little bit
classic sh+t, n+gga, look

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ high, hop it land me close to god
yeah, yeah, i park my bucket next to whips that i’m supposed to drive
sh+t, i’m the overthinkin’ dramatic poster child
yeah, yeah, i wish my granny and my granddaddy both alive
so they can see how far we took it

[verse 1]
hoodie and some timbs, walkin’ through the streets of brooklyn
times feel like i belonged thеre, i done had some strong yеars
priorities f+cked up whenever my goals near
still find time when tequila and some hoes near
never learned expression, i’ve 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 sh+t in threes, now i’m waitin’ on a sequel
god tell me there’s a plan for me, iraq got hit, it wasn’t even in his d+mn city
sit down with dotty, he gave me tips to be the man, really realized, it’s sad
while he talkin’, i just wanna take a pic with him to brag
thinkin’ n+ggas had me twisted like i wouldn’t make it here
so when i post these pixels, probably make it clear that i’m chosen, n+gga
old enough to see the shoes i done grown in, n+gga
but young enough to still get game from the older n+ggas
open time, i 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, n+gga, f+ck it
[chorus]
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
sh+t, look, i wish my granny and my granddaddy both alive
yeah, i’m the overthinkin’, dramatic poster child
yeah, soul

[verse 2]
look, i was raised on college dropout
i was on a ye high since i was yay high, we gathered like a seance
debate time on who the g.o.a.t., wayne, yeezy or hov?
the portraits in which we rose, no heater, we used a stove
have 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 sh+t, poster child for the hustle, poster child for the feelings
poster child for the n+ggas that came up ’round the dealings
poster child for the n+ggas 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 sh+t mine, n+gga, i blew up off the mindset
we gon’ give you h+ll, n+gga, tell us we can’t beat the odds
don’t believe them tales, n+gga, you can’t say i came with mel was facin’ murder, mel did it
how i keep this drive? motivation from my l’s, n+gga
poster child for ones that know their family from jail visits
yeah, them portraits wasn’t luxury, but gave me a perspective thick as glue and so it’s stuck with me
ghetto, bougie and uppity, treat the block like it’s cutlery, they used that sh+t 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 up steps, cars rollin’ by suddenly
tinted windows, we don’t know the whip and now we duckin’ him, most times it was nothin’
but that sudden thought, i may be joinin’ my granny for company, enough to make me duck every time
you can hear it in these verses, truth cut from these lines
make this album, ’cause them haunted moments stuck in my mind
[chorus]
straight from them porches, park my buckin’ next to whips that i’m supposed to drive
sh+t, yeah, yeah, i’m gettin’ high, hop it land me close to god
yeah, i wish my granny and my granddaddy both alive
i’m the overthinkin’, dramatic (dramatic)
yeah (yeah)
porches

[outro]
see, these young n+ggas, they gottta understand that
we all come from somethin’
and that somethin’ we come from connect us
whether that sh+t gang or, your income, your family
it don’t matter what the f+ck it is, man
[?], that’s what i’m sayin’
that’s what we learn from
and n+ggas gon’ call it an excuse
whatever they say, i’m doin’ the same old sh+t and all, n+gga
it’s what define you, it’s some real sh+t
no matter how far you try to get away from it
it’s gon’ be a piece of you
that you gon’ carry with you everywhere you go and this is what [?]
you learned your life, you move with your vernacular
traditions, beliefs, everything, right here, on this porch
you know young n+ggas call it the stoop
which right motherf+ckers? h+ll
i don’t know what the f+ck them n+ggas call whatever f+ck they sit on
communicate, k+mbaya, [?] but they got some sh+t
i ain’t know which right, motherf+ckers?
but they got some sh+t, 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 you, i promise
it ain’t ’bout where you go or how far you try to get away from it
it’s ’bout what you do with it, boy

- reason lyrics

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