Correction Paroles Sauce Creed par Sauce Walka

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(Say bro he's got it)
(Oowee)
Tryna figure this shit out my god son

[Sauce Walka]
Why do I give to so many who don't give back
Why do I feel for so many people who don't feel back
Was it my destiny or design to be so many people's spine
But with my back against the wall why nobody got mine?
Ain't no room for cryin' when the sun 100 degrees
Gotta preserve all your moisture when you deserted up in these streets
Niggas is thirsty as we speak, all they wanna do is creep
And take everything from underneath your feet because you weak
Nigga this ain't Dawson's Creek, this Luke the king of Malcolm X Avenue
A place where all the gang bangers is passing through
Where niggas lost their life because his flag was blue
Lost his head, flag was red
Big homies up in the feds writin' kites cooking spreads
Sister workin shift behind the walls, she givin' niggas head
She supposed to be a CO but she greener than a frog's leg
So what you think gonna do when she guardin' around them dogs then
Hop up off that lily pad and sneak in smokes and contraband
Cell phone, couple extra batteries wrapped in rubberbands
Be surprised what that bitch'll do for her brother man
Let it get found and the warden gon' be commin' in
So keep it booed and green dot gonna land for my uncle now
Niggas smoke that Tucci and they ain't never gon' be the same
Get back to the world and try to take a shower in the rain
Nigga lost his whole brain, hanging from a f*cking string
Lil David done got shot and now that nigga walking with a cane
He used to be the man in the hood, now he love the vein
Its funny how they treat him strange the tables change up in this game
All these drugs for all this pain
Buy new things to hide my shame
Buy new diamonds to search for fame
I wish my car was a plane, to fly away
Codeine fountains at my hideaway
Burn all my ops in the fireplace
I wish that all my ops would die today
What more can I say?

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