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peace treaties - sauce walka lyrics

[intro]
(brandin blanco)

[verse]
my people stuck in ghetto genocide
it’s dark in these streets, please keep your kids inside
these n*ggas slide
not lookin’ at sh*t they shootin’, close they eyes
how is this fine? how is that gangster?
everything is fun and games until somebody get k!lled by a prankster
but you was thuggin’ with them w*nksters a couple weeks ago
everybody was gang*gang until lil’ buddy sneaked your coke
that’s your plug money, you need the score
your big brother stay lookin’ out and now he need an o
now you in the trap all embarrassed ’cause you can’t feed your folks
tamika broke
i don’t know why the h*ll you thought you need her for
all them galleria chanels and she can’t even chanel you a pizza roll
you fallin’, n*gga
that edd check had you ballin’, n*gga
but donald trump ain’t in office no more and them collectors callin’, n*gga
it’s tax season
young n*ggas robbin’ in all black season
it’s cold outside, they wearin’ hoodies, tuckin’ they macs, freezin’
it’s even gangsters workin’ for snitches, they got these rats cheesin’
you still tryna find buddy with your coke so you can get back even
these streets sleazy
whoever said thuggin’ would be easy?
i know n*ggas with forty*five years for tryna be jeezy
some n*ggas ain’t even make it to pounds, they died for qpeezies
some n*ggas ain’t even make it to books, they died for magazines
seen some n*ggas walk to the devil tryna search for jesus
the n*gga died blessin’ the hood, n0body heard the sneezing
you see, i’m from the neck of the woods where choppers keep squeezing
his mama lookin’ up to the sky, three years, she still grieving
these real demons
lil’ dumbass n*ggas on these pills leaning
ain’t never learned no trades, but they specialize in red beaming
we k!llin’ off our own race, n*gga, these queens need s*m*n
somebody take my hand out the ghetto or we can keep dreaming

- sauce walka lyrics

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