[Intro: SRT Smooth & Brogodzilla]

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

(Jumped off the porch)

(I’m going off)

[Verse 1]

Yo, let them gunners blam

Grandson of satan, yeah the son of sam

Powers to the pressure who be giving you the upper hand

Fall into my schedule we relieve you for another grand

Falling for depression after leaving you with nothing left

Ask me why you stay up on that sucka shit

Popping off the block, the crowd was running jumping up the fence

Knew the fake was therе I looked, and somethings belliеd up the fish

Feeling too untouchable bitch it’s no juxtaposition

It’s a comfortable rhythm

Jot notes when I’m ripping

Tab, bullet points when I point

Lyrical miracle with jabs

It’s freaking despicable, wait until that big pad

Funny nigga, light skinned, no Sinbad

These rappers think they cool, fuck em up a bit

Feel like they been on sucka shit, since like what 2006

I stay too loud in the mix, hard to chat over

And I’ll never stop running like a suicidal Flat Earther

[Hook: SRT Smooth & Brogodzilla]

I’m goin off, I’m goin off the end

I’m goin off, I’m goin off the end

[Chorus: SRT Smooth & Brogodzilla]

I’m spending Benjamin’s, in them fresh ones

Gotcha bitch wet up, only fucking tens

I’m all about the ends, watch it stack up

Touch my money get stuffed

We ain’t never seen him again, nigga

All we do is win, balling out the gym

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

I’m going off, I’m going off the end

[Verse 2]

Uh, figured no one could catch me

Smoking like a descendent of Selassie’s

It helps to the balance from the social over-lapsing

Pressures collapse, it have me folding backwards

TABS, a war on Blacks, and ancient artifacts

Then they get to call him mad

Same program they did to my mans’ for stickin’ it to the man

Classism isn’t a brand, the caste systems back in this bitch

Pass-isms give em a chance

Now yo’ ass in different hands

You feel demons lurking in every-way they can

It ain’t about taking a stand

When you standing in a room full of painted walls

Ain’t it awful, when you realize that it ain’t as awesome

For you when you at the department stores with your baby boy, and he’s picky

Yeah, I’ma buy this shit

And don’t act like I ain’t see u stare like its counterfeit

I just did half debit you would swear I’m kinda rich

My OG had it, he was stingy with his fits

Spinners on his rims, he was stingy with his whip

At the family reunions, stingy with his bitch

Nobody knew how much he made, but we didn’t think he was rich

Legend has it, he may be the family snitch

Set everybody else back cause he was stingy and shit

So what I learned from that was mix everything into my mix

Only the family, smokin’ dutchies drinking Henry n shit

The exclusivity revolve around that vibeous shit

If you survive three extra questions you may get you a Lyft

What goes around and comes around, and give the city a kick?

It’s the aquatic acrobatic, no amphibian

It’s the metaphoric hydrochloric

I can work with some shit

[Bridge: SRT Smooth & Brogodzilla]

Yo-yo, yo-yo

Let them gunners blam

Better than ever, ever

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

(Leave you with nothing left, I’m going off the end)

[Outro: Brogodzilla]

(Stay up on that sucka shit)

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

(Stay up on that sucka shit)

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

(Stay up on that sucka shit)

Jumped off the porch, I stay hustling

Jumped off the porch (brrrr)