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[Sauce Walka] My dog cost more than your car, nigga Ain't nothing worth more than 30K up in your garage, nigga I asked the backstreets, they say you fraud, nigga This nigga got Pikachu pockets, he just a card, nigga What's in your wallet, I ain't have time for college I graduated straight to the pen to receive knowledge Not that it what I wanted, but f*ck it, I had to own it It made me realise that myself was my main opponent A lot of niggas died in my city, I send condolence But how could there be peace when people hate to see you glowing? It's great to see they show it, when the bitches get to popping up When they emotions get to rising cause the lights keep on raising up (Raising up, raising up) That shit brazy, how the 'gram hurt you A nigga making cash and then let they 'gram work you Not paying attention, that's 2 people in your fam heard you They foretold diamonds, says my goals, they gave me mad virtues Real talk (talk), bitches [?], this is our [?] I could've worn a Versaces, but that's lil' talk I still remember putting the biz down long way on Lil' Yop Outside, couldn't believe the money this bitch was making outside Mouth wide in amazement, all this money I'm making from the pavement To think a ho would be the one to save me, that's brazy This wedding cake I'm smoking got the booth feeling hazy That booth five you smoking smell like Reggie from the '80s [Maxo Kream] Okay, now from the squad, 10 to 10 murder, block the streets that raised me Use the box, then my bro got popped, I copped me a 380 Smoking pop, then start selling rocks, serving junkies daily Ran from cops and toting Glocks, my mama thought we was just babies My whole life I knew my pop, but nowadays that shit don't matter Most my life he been on lock, so right now I feel like a bastard Mama put me out the house, she ain't want dope around the family I knew mama couldn't stand me, say I act just like my daddy Lil' nigga without a father figure, made my own decisions Role models was killers, drug dealers and the older niggas Old man locked in the feds, we used to talk, I never listened Instead I bust the head, outlining chalk and started crippin' These new dudes got me confused, I'm like where the hell the gangstas went? Instagram in 2's, like it's cool, then go to jail and snitch Never chase a ho, 'cause I don't even chase my henny Can't even trust my locs, 'cause a crip nigga killed Nipsey Gone [Maxo Kream and Sauce Walka] Said I'm crazy, so don't start it Handicap crippin', retarded Ran that shit to where you stay [?] 29's and the K, hey And I'm brazy, I'm heartless Pyrule pimpin' your shorty Put the bitch down everyday ayy, you play with my drip, and you gon' get splashed with the spray, ayy
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