Songtexte Poster Child! - REASON

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